Disarming Detective
The case that's haunted one FBI profiler for years may have finally met its match in a sexy–and dedicated–detective…When FBI profiler Isabella Cortez finds a stranger outside her office, she's in trouble. Because even though Detective Logan Greer is one of the good guys, their instant attraction is a serious distraction. Ella's got one mission: to find the criminal who hurt her friend and drove her to become a profiler. But Logan's appeal isn't just chemistry. He has a case that bears an eerie resemblance to the crime Ella's been trying to solve for years. Together, they're racing to stop a killer, but the closer they get, the more dangerous the search becomes. Falling in love could be deadly… or it could be the only way to survive.
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She gave him a sassy smile. âIâm armed.â
âAnd,â she continued, âthe Bureau believes pretty strongly in teaching its agents defensive training. Believe me, I got the bruises to prove it back at the Academy, but I learned. This guy wonât want to mess with me.â
Logan didnât seem any less worried. âIâd still feel better if you were somewhere else. You can stay with me if you want. I have an extra bedroom.â
Her nerve endings tingled at the idea, but Ella forced herself to give him a look of disbelief. âYeah, because that would really work.â If she stayed at his house, sheâd end up in his bed, and they both knew it. Appealing as it might sound, that idea had heartbreak written all over it. And she didnât have time to mess around.
She was here to catch a killer.
ELIZABETH HEITER likes her suspense to feature strong heroines, chilling villains, psychological twists and a little romance. Her research has taken her into the minds of serial killers, through murder investigations and onto the FBI Academyâs shooting range. Elizabeth graduated from the University of Michigan with a degree in English literature. Sheâs a member of International Thriller Writers and Romance Writers of America. Visit Elizabeth at elizabethheiter.com.
For Kathryn and Caroline.
Iâm proud and lucky to call you sisters.
I love you!
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Epilogue
The instant Isabella Cortez left the safety of the FBI building, goose bumps skittered across her skin and her senses went on high alert. Her instincts and training, like a sudden alarm shrieking inside her head, told her she wasnât alone.
The door slammed shut behind her before she could dart back inside, and Ella cursed the heavy briefcase weighing down one hand and the stack of file folders clenched in the other. Just because she was taking her first real vacation in two years didnât mean killers took time off, so her cases were coming with her. Assuming she made it to her vacation.
Tonight, she was the last one out of the bland office building in Aquia, Virginia. It was set back off the road, nestled deep in the woods, and manned by an armed guard. Entrance to the parking lot was supposed to be reserved for the FBIâs Criminal Investigative Analysts who worked there and no one else. If a visitor was arriving, the guard at the gate called ahead. Anyone who could make it past security was a threat.
Pushing back her fear, she blinked, trying to adjust to the darkness outside. Her arms tensed, but she didnât drop the files and reach for her gun. Not yet. Not until she identified the threat. If she acted too soon, sheâd probably get shot.
No, all the instincts honed by two years in the Behavioral Analysis Unit told her to let him think she was oblivious. Let him show himself before she brought him down.
Her heart thudded too fast, reminding Ella all too clearly of her first years in the FBI, in the gangs unit in Dallas, when sheâd taken a bullet to the leg and her partner had taken two to the chest. At the memory, all the nerves in her leg burst to life, painful and fire-poker hot.
Lock it down, Cortez. Focus.
A tiny movement made her glance left, toward the only two cars in the lot. A bulky figure shifted beside her car, stepping into the dim glow of the overhead light.
He was big, taller than her by half a foot and outweighing her by a good fifty pounds and all of it muscle. But none of that mattered if she didnât let him get close.
Her eyes darted to his hands. Empty. She let out a breath, but it caught when she spotted the telltale bulge at his hip. No way was she giving him a chance to go for the weapon. She dropped her briefcase and files fast, yanking her Glock pistol from its holster. âHands up!â
âWhoa!â He lifted his hands near his head. âLook, Iââ
âHigher. Get on your knees.â
âHey, I didnâtââ
âNow!â Ella took a step closer, let him see the dead seriousness in her eyes, the solid, steady aim of her gun. âPull your weapon out with your left hand. Toss it over here.â
âCrap.â He complied, getting on his knees and sending his own Glock skidding across the pavement toward her.
âYou have any other weapons on you?â
âNo. Look, Iâm a homicide detective. I flew up here from Florida to talk to a profiler.â
She narrowed her eyes, noting the slight Southern drawl in his voice now that she wasnât laser-focused on containing him. âHowâd you get in here?â
âThe guard let me in. My badge is in my pocket, okay?â
