Page 3 of Buried Under Ice


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Her shoulders straightened as some of her confidence returned.She smiled at him once more.“Now, what did you want to tell me?Or…ask me?”

It’s probably not a proposal.Settle down.It’s been three months.It’s probably not—

But, hell, a girl could dream, right?

Her phone chimed again.And, again, she ignored the text and stared expectantly at Oliver.

“We’re closing in on our killer,” he rumbled.

Um… “That’s wonderful.”It was.“I know everyone will feel better when he’s locked away.”

The killer was a male.At least, according to the profile that had been released to the media, he was.The suspect was most likely a white male, mid-to-late twenties, physically fit, and living in Vegas.

Of course, that profile had matchedthousandsof men in Vegas.

“Most people will feel better.”His hand pulled from hers.

Her phone chimed again.

Then immediately…again.

“But there will be some people who are…upset.”

Her brows shot up.“Upset that a killer is behind bars and the streets are safe?”A nervous laugh came from her.“I can’t imagine anyone feeling that way.”

Oliver grimaced.“Don’t be too sure,” he muttered.

Her phone chimed again.

Unease slid through her.Someone really wanted to reach her.She grabbed her phone out of her bag.

The texts were from her brother.

Lark, I need you at the house.

Emergency.

I need you.

“I’m so sorry,” she told Oliver as she swiped her finger over the screen to call her brother.“I have to talk with Lane.”

But when she tried to reach him, the phone just rang and rang.

Then voicemail kicked in.

“What’s happening?”Oliver asked her.

The waiter edged toward their table.“Would either of you be interested in an appetizer?”

She called her brother again.No answer.Voicemail.“I have to go,” she blurted.

The waiter and Oliver both glanced her way.

“My brother—he said there’s an emergency at the house.I have to go.”She rose.“I’m so sorry.I can find a cab and get home.Eat your dinner.We’ll catch up later—”

But Oliver had already stood, too.He tossed some cash onto the table.“Of course, I’m coming with you.”

Because that was Oliver.Always ready to help.

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