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“We are going to keep going, Hope. Until we can tell Heather all about what Kimball did. What that other guy did to you. We’re going to get to Heather.”
“Yeah…Heath…needs to know about him…Have to keep going. My sisters…and Hal. Have to help Hal…A Coleson never leaves a sister in trouble, Mads. Sister by blood. Or sister by choice. We just…don’t. No sister left…behind. Ever. One Coleson, All Colesons. Family motto and everything. Una Coleson, Omnes Colesons. No…matter…what.”
“Yes. We’re getting you home, Hope. I promise. I promise.” Madison tightened her hold on the back of Hope’s waistband, her beltloop, grateful Hope was so skinny. If Hope weighed any more than she did, Madison wouldn’t have been able to help her as they walked.
And just kept walking.
Hope leaned on her more and more as they walked.
Madison saw something in the distance. Lights.
She moved Hope off the side of the road quickly. The car was going at a high rate of speed. Fear filled her. Kimball, Costovia, and that Wilson guy—they weren’t the only ones involved.
Anyone could be in that car.
Anyone.
She had no real way to protect herself or Hope. None at all.
Hope was already falling to the ground.
Madison grabbed the other woman and yanked her as hard as she could. She had to get Hope out of the road. She was afraid to touch where the bullet had entered. Afraid to do far more damage. They fell to the side of the road at the very last minute.
Madison stayed there, gravel and dirt and road dust grinding into her palms where she’d landed next to Hope.
As the limo just drove on by.
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Heather knew something bad was happening.
She didn’t need a damned light to tell her that.
Every instinct she had had flared even before that light had flashed. She cut her conference call with the DA out of Houston short. He just wanted to ask stupid questions about a case that she’d closed more than eight years ago. Questions that easily could have been emailed.
Sometimes, she suspected someone somewhere was screwing with her. Probably because of Steve. Everything had gotten rougher at the TSP after she’d dared to file that first complaint against golden boy Stevie four years ago. It had just gotten worse each time after.
No one had been willing to help her at all.
Her first thought while in this building was always going to be her sister. She grabbed her phone before she had even left the Major Crimes bullpen.
And texted Hope.
Her sister didn’t reply.
Heather caught up with the rest of Major Crimes seconds after they pushed in through the back doors.
“What’s going on?” she called to the one obviously in charge. Daniel stopped and looked at her, that wild look in his beautiful eyes that had her breath catching again.
Daniel McKellen unsettled her far, far too much. This was a caged animal. No denying that at all.
She hadn’t found anything to make her mistrust him fully. Not really. But she hadn’t found anything to make her trust him either.
Well, other than he was a guy and a cop and a rather attractive one.
That would always give her shivers now. And not in a good way.
“Detective Bell was found dead in the back parking lot, Coleson,” Daniel said, leaning down near her ear. Far too close.
