A serial killer is targeting Detective Vanessa Connor's oldest friends, and evidence–the sicko left his calling card in her home–shows she's the next victim.But Vanessa refuses to run scared. She's a cop. And she's determined to make full use of her years on the force to trap the murderer herself. So when a federal agent is assigned to protect her and catch the perp, Vanessa isn't exactly cooperative.She doesn't need a bodyguard–particularly one as dangerously attractive, dangerously seductive as Rick Maguire. His powerful arms make Vanessa feel safer than she wants to admit. Especially when the killer gets close enough to cross them both off his list.
To Shelley most of all. Loved. Missed. Remembered.
To James McCowan, my healer.
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Temperatures in and around San Francisco had been uncommonly high for several days, or so Rick had heard. The thermometer still hovered in the mideighties, and it was almost 9:00 p.m. But Rick was accustomed to DC summers. Nothing on the west coast could touch the cloying heat and humidity of the east.
“Wo Tan’s has good duck.” Vanessa folded her jacket over one arm. “There’s also Kwon Lee’s, but that’s a Korean restaurant.”
