âYou are not going to traipse down to the wharf alone at eleven oâclock at night.â
A little thrill raced down Kacieâs back. She couldnât help it. âHeâll never talk if he sees you there.
âWho said heâs going to see me?â
She waved her hand over Ryanâs imposing form. âLittle hard for someone like you to blend in.â
âI have my ways.â
âAs long as you stay out of sight. I donât want you spoiling my meeting.â
âHow about saving your life?â He pushed back from the table and stepped around it to pull her chair out for her. âIs that okay with you?â
She nodded as silly schoolgirl butterflies took flight in her belly.
Sheâd have to watch herself with this man, in more ways than one. Because she couldnât let a sexy grin and a pair of strong arms deter her from exacting her revenge.
Chapter One
The clanging of the halyards against the masts of the sailboats docked at the pier echoed across the water, sounding like a death-knell chorus.
âHe wants revenge against you for tricking him, and heâs gonna get it if you donât watch yourself.â
Kacie Manningâs back tingled with the warning, as if someone had already placed a target there. She peered at the man three feet away from her. His face was obscured by a baseball cap pulled low on his forehead and a bandana hiding his mouth and chin.
âWould you be willing to go to the police and tell them what you just told me? He canât make threats like that from prison.â
The figure hugging the shadows hunched his shoulders. âIâm not getting on his bad side. The manâs a straight-up psychopath. If the warden pays him a visit, Danâs gonna know who talked.â
Kacie hugged herself, dipping her hands into the sleeves of her baggy sweater to ward off the chill of the night...and his words. âHowâs Dan going to get the word out on the street? The prison monitors his communication.â
The man whistled between his teeth, and the bandana puffed out from his face. âI thought you knew Daniel Walker. You wrote a book about him, didnât you?â
âYou know that, or we wouldnât be here.â
âThen you should know what heâs capable of, Kacie. He ainât just a psycho. Heâs a crafty psycho.â
Goose bumps raced across her flesh, and she rubbed her arms. This ex-con obviously knew Daniel Walker well. Not everyone didâhis own family sure hadnât. âDid he actually confess to the murders?â
âNo way.â He scratched at his chin beneath the bandana. âHeâs too smart for that. He still wants to keep on pretending. He started talking to me about karma one day before my parole. I didnât know what the hell he was talking about, but then he explained itâs like revenge, comeuppance. And he told me you were gonna get yours.â
âWhy are you telling me this? Why are you warning me?â
âI dunno.â He shuffled a step closer, careful to keep his face in the darkness. âYouâre a pretty little gal, Kacie. I saw you once or twice when you came to the big house to interview Walker.â
She tried to swallow, but her dry throat wouldnât allow it.
Heâd seen her at Walla Walla? Maybe Walker had sent him to take care of his business. She shuffled back a few steps. âThat still doesnât explain why youâd risk Walkerâs anger to warn me.â
âYou remind me of my sister a little bit.â His eyes glittered in the dark. âBesides, I ainât risking nothing. Itâs not like youâre going to go running to Walker telling him someone from the state pen warned you about him, right?â
âOf course not.â
A squeaking noise to her right made her grit her teeth. She jerked her head to the side and spotted a shopping cart rumbling around the corner, with a ramshackle man in rags steering it.
The parolee across from her swore and spit from beneath his bandana.
The homeless man trundled toward them, one wheel of his cart squealing and wobbling over the cement walkway.
Kacie held her breath as he drew next to them.
âCan you spare some change?â His hand was already protruding from the dirt-encrusted sleeve of his jacket.
Her informant had ducked back into the shadows, but his voice lashed out at the transient from the anonymity of the darkness. âMove it along, buddy.â