Due out next month! (next installment in the FBI psychic series…)

 

Would you dance . . . if I asked you to dance . . .

If I asked you to dance . . .

Dance . . .

Dance . . .

The vision of bright lights, the flash of the woman as she strutted across the stage whirled through his mind, over and over.

Would you dance . . .

Colby couldn’t find any respite from it, no matter what he did.

Would you cry . . .

He saw the first victim. Bound, bloodied, brutalized, her mouth open in a silent, traumatized scream, revealing the bloody stump of her tongue.

She wouldn’t have been able to cry anymore, Colby knew.

The second victim had fought, and she would have screamed long and loud. The broken, discordant tunes of the song bumped around in his head without truly connecting.

The first victim—he’d cut out her tongue.

The second—he’d taken her hands.

Which had killed them, he wondered? The shock, the blood loss? They’d been alive when he mutilated them.

Would you dance . . .

“Colby.”

He managed, just barely, to keep from flinching. The sound of Mica’s voice was an interruption but a welcome one—it pulled him from the blood and despair. Slowly, he turned and watched as she came striding across the busted-up pavement of the parking lot, the worn heels of the boots she wore crunching over the gravel, busted glass, and cigarette butts.

Without saying anything, he turned his attention back to the warehouse.

The broken chords of music still sounded in his mind, but they were faint now.

She came to a stop next to him, standing almost shoulder to shoulder. Although the summer sun was still burning white-hot, she wore a light jacket to cover the weapon at her side. The wind teased the ends of her ebony hair, and he found himself thinking of a time when he’d had the liberty to do the same thing, toy with her hair, maybe curl his hand around her neck and pull her close.

Not anymore.

It had been a long, long time since he’d had the freedom to touch her as he wanted.

That really sucked.

If he had that freedom, he’d . . .

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lyrics from HERO, Enrique Inglesias