Page 54 of Hunt Me

Fuck me.

Images flashed in my mind, one rolling after the other in a torrent of liquid passion.

Her face.

Her smile.

The way she held her head when she laughed.

Her long, luxurious hair.

And her incredible body.

Exhaling, I rubbed my jaw, unblinking as I studied the video. There was no doubt who I was looking at.

I stood back, uncertain I was even breathing.

There was my perfect angel, the woman I’d spent an incredible evening with. Was it possible she’d killed my lieutenant? Was it plausible she’d been playing me two nights before? If so, why?

No. I fucking refused to believe she was capable of such a heinous deed, but she was party to the murder either way. I needed to know what Sergio had said to her.

Jack tipped his head, narrowing his eyes.

“Do you recognize her?”

As I slowly turned my head toward Jack, his eyebrows shot up.

“You do.”

“Maybe,” I admitted. “What else did you find? What about the outside cameras?”

“They’d been disabled. There’s also no sign of forced entry. It was like someone knew where to look.”

Except for the camera in the foyer, which was carefully located behind a picture. A recent add. It was a nugget of information I’d keep in the back of my mind.

“Was anything taken?” I returned my full attention to the screen, memorizing her face.

Jack sighed. “Not that I can tell from a basic sweep of the house, but maybe you’ll know better than I would. And don’t go charging in there. This is still an active crime scene. You’re going to need to come back so you can make a report. One thing I did notice were two glasses in the kitchen, both with whiskey.”

“Sergio had a guest,” I hissed.

“That’s what I was thinking.”

I shifted my gaze toward the frozen screen. “Not the woman in question.”

“Likely not. That is the face of someone who is terrified. The voice of the person who called it in was petrified. She was also driving. I think she heard a noise and was spooked after she discovered his body. If you look at the rest of the video, she shifts into the shadows for a full two minutes before rushing from the house. That girl is fucking terrified.”

I didn’t give a shit if she was, the woman would be found. The fact she’d been at the wedding and in my bed only two days prior to Sergio being found murdered was too much of a coincidence for me to tolerate.

“Don’t believe everything you see, my friend. I want the video sent to my email address and you need to sit on it. Not a single person will see the video.” The last thing I wanted at this point was for him to know anything about where I’d met her and the circumstances under how.

“That’s going to be tough. This is an active murder scene.” Jack eyed me carefully.

I moved closer to him, allowing him to understand I wasn’t making a request. “So you keep telling me. You will do as I ask, Jack. I’d hate for our relationship to develop a rocky patch.”

“Fine. Okay. I’ll do that. But you’re going to need to share with me what you know. I can’t just shove this under a rug.”

“When necessary. There’s something else you need to be aware of. Drugs are coming into Vegas. There’ve been a couple overdoses. You should concentrate some efforts on discovering the main source.”