HIGH-RISK REUNION
Minutes into FBI profiler Bryn Eastmanâs first case since a near-fatal shooting, a brazen serial killer sets his sights on her next. Now her lifeâand careerâis in the hands of her new partner, Detective Eric Hale, the man she once loved and lost. Racked with nightmares of the shooting and regrets for the tragedy that tore her and Eric apart, Bryn doesnât want Eric to discover the secrets she carriesâbut she needs him. Seeing Bryn brings back memories Eric canât control. Memories of a once-in-a-lifetime love. But the tough detective knows their only path to a second chance goes straight through a relentless killer...one who wonât quit until he counts Bryn as his fifth victim.
âDo you have any enemies?â
Bryn closed her eyes. âNo.â
âThe killerâs treating you differently than the other victims. He never threatened them.â Or had they not confided in anyone? No, they were too smart to hide that. But Bryn hadnât called the police.
He looked at her then as she neared the road, silhouetted by the headlights that came into view. It was the first car heâd seen since their walk in her neighborhood. In the darkness its headlights blinded him. Eric raised his arm over his brows. âWhat in the worldâ¦?â
But it was too late.
The engine roared and the truck barreled straight for Bryn, who stood frozen in the street.
âBryn!â He sprinted toward her, threw his arms around her and hurled them into a ditch just as the truck disappeared around the corner.
He felt her breath against his cheek but he didnât move. âYou okay?â
She nodded. âYou?â
Then it hit him and fear rumbled through him. âHe knows where you liveâ¦and heâll be back.â
JESSICA R. PATCH lives in the mid-South, where she pens inspirational contemporary romance and romantic suspense novels. When sheâs not hunched over her laptop or going on adventurous trips with willing friends in the name of research, you can find her watching way too much Netflix with her family and collecting recipes to amazing dishes sheâll probably never cook. To learn more about Jessica, please visit her at jessicarpatch.com.
I know what Iâm doing. I have it all planned outâ
plans to take care of you, not abandon you, plans to give you the future you hope for.
âJeremiah 29:11
For Bailey. I marvel at your strength, courage and determination to accomplish anything you set your heart on.
Thanks go out to
My agent, Rachel Kent, for always being in my corner and believing in my writing.
My editor, Shana Asaro. Thank you for your keen eye and amazing editorial skills.
Incredible critique partners: April Gardner, Jill Kemerer, Michelle Massaro and Susan Tuttle.
Huge thanks to âMr. Anonymousâ for taking time to help me with the law enforcement information. If somethingâs not right, itâs on me!
And to Jesus. For Your glory always. I adore You.
ONE
Bryn Eastman refused to think about the bullet that had pierced her abdomen. She would not fixate on how her attackerâs gloved hands had wrapped around her throat or how sheâd let down her guard and almost died a year ago.
Her nerves pulsed anyway as she slid into her FBI windbreaker. Her first case since the shooting.
Slivers of October moonlight snaked between the autumn leaves. Yellow crime scene tape beckoned her toward the grove of towering trees. Blue lights slashed the dark as flashlight beams swiveled across the ground. Camera crew vans lined the parking lot, morbidly eager for a story.
Special Agent in Charge Towerman had brought Bryn up to speed CliffsNotes-style. She hadnât been back in Memphis long enough for the detailed version. Tonightâs victim made number four. Sheâd been left in Overton Park for families, childrenâthe worldâto view. An ache thumped in Brynâs gut and spread into her chest.
She stared at the frenzy.
Would the lead homicide detective welcome FBI assistance? Welcome a femaleâs assistance? Experience told her he wouldnât, but she hoped so anyway. This was a manâs world she maneuvered through. And while there were many who accepted her as an equal, there were just as many more who didnât think a woman had any business in law enforcement.
Sheâd spent almost a decade validating that she was able, strong and brave.
Until Ohio had shaken her to the core.
This string of murders had Memphis, and the mayor, in a panic. Victimology was Brynâs expertise. So here she was, even though SAC Towerman had been reluctant to send her in.
She needed this chance to confirm that she was still capable. Still brave. Still strong. Bryn yearned to bring justice for the victims whose lives had been tragically taken, and she needed to be in the field to accomplish that.
The question was, could she rise above the jitters and insecurity and give the grieving families her very best? She owed it to them. And she needed to prove herself to SAC Towerman. Then she could stay in the field, not chained to the desk where heâd planted her the minute she stepped foot in the Memphis field office.