Point Blank Protector

Only, something told him Jim Bob might fall for Kali Cooper. That thought settled in Zach’s mind like a three-aspirin headache. Maybe Jim Bob wasn’t the right man for the job after all. Not that Zach had any sights set on Kali. But there was no use messing up the mind of a good wrangler for a woman Zach had serious doubts would ever stay in Texas.

IT WAS twenty after ten on Sunday evening and Aidan was still at his desk in police headquarters, currently studying copies of the pictures from the Louisa Kellogg crime scene. The earliest he could expect an autopsy report would be late tomorrow, but he was pretty sure from the photographs that the M.E. wouldn’t find that Louisa had been brutalized in any way.

So why abduct an attractive young coed just to drive her sixty miles to an isolated ranch house and put two bullets in her head? It didn’t add up. Unless she’d been seeing the man and they’d gone there to make out and then gotten into a fight.

Only her roommate was adamant that Louisa never cheated and her steady boyfriend had an airtight alibi. He’d been with his team, playing varsity basketball at the University of Oklahoma.

Which meant this might well have been a random abduction. If that was the case, there was a strong possibility that Louisa’s murder was connected to his original unsolved case. Both victims were students at the University of Houston. Both were attractive. Both had disappeared from the same area. Both of their cars had been found parked and locked at their places of employment.

Not that Louisa and Sue Ann were the only young women who’d gone missing from the Houston area. With a population of over two million within the city limits alone, there were always a number of women who disappeared without a trace. But it was Sue Ann Griffin’s disappearance that haunted him the most.

He stared at his hands, half expecting to see traces of her blood glaring back at him. But all he saw was blurred ink blotches from a leaky ballpoint pen and a smear of chocolate from the candy bar he’d eaten an hour or two ago, washing it down with a diet orange drink out of the machine down the hall.