Urban Sensation
Detective Rowen O'Connor never expected she'd come face-to-face with Evan Hunter–the enigmatic man who'd broken her heart years ago–especially not while working a murder investigation that left the city of Boston overrun with panic.With no clues and a string of strange, sinister killings, suddenly Rowen became a madman's next target. And it was crystal clear she and Evan had become pawns in a very deadly game….Now with only each other to trust, Evan and Rowen had to overcome danger–and their long-buried desire–before their chances for a future were destroyed forever.
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Evan intended to find the truthâand the killerâone way or another
Rowen was next on the madmanâs kill list and Evan understood what the message heâd left behind meant. He didnât like bringing Rowen along, but he couldnât, especially now, risk letting her out of his sight for even one second.
Six people were dead and the one and only clue any of the murders yielded was the tattoo found on the victims.
The rain had started to fall once more. A storm had descended, bringing with it wrathful and ominous thunder along with the accompanying jagged bolts of vengeful lightning. Dark amassed in the sky, providing relief from the sun for him, but giving Boston the dismal look of a city grieving for its loss. The city looked murky, depressedâ¦and eerily crying out for justice.
A city under siege by unknown sinister forces.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Debra Webb was born in Scottsboro, Alabama, to parents who taught her that anything is possible if you want it badly enough. When her husband joined the military, they moved to Berlin, Germany, and Debra became a secretary in the commanding generalâs office. By 1985 they were back in the States, and with the support of her husband and two beautiful daughters, Debra took up writing full-time and in 1998 her dream of writing for Harlequin came true. You can write to Debra with your comments at P.O. Box 64, Huntland, Tennessee 37345 or visit her Web site at www.debrawebb.com to find out exciting news about her next book.
CAST OF CHARACTERS
Rowen OâConnorâBoston homicide detective. Rowen OâConnor has six dead bodies, all drained of their blood, and not a single clue as to a perpetratorâat least not a human one. The last thing she needs in her life right now is the man who broke her heart.
Evan HunterâFormer FBI agent. Evan Hunter went into seclusion three years ago after an explosion almost killed him. But this dark, brooding man is not the same one Rowen once knew.
Bernard CostâMedical Examiner. Dr. Cost hasnât been able to help Rowenâs case. Maybe he isnât looking closely enough.
Bart KoppelâChief of Homicide. Koppel just wants this case solved but he wants Rowen to keep quiet about the âVâ word. He appears more concerned with the politics of the case than with finding the killer.
Viktor AzarielâSelf-proclaimed vampire who lives in a fifteenth-century castle he had moved all the way from England. He is connected to at least two of the victims.
Merv GantâRowenâs partner. She trusts him with her life, but she canât tell him her secrets.
Lenny DohertyâBoston homicide detective. Rowenâs team got Doherty by default. He seems reliable enough, if not overly ambitious.
Jeff FinchâBoston homicide detective. The new guy. Rowen isnât sure she trusts Finch. Heâs an unknown variable.
GatewayâA shadow operation under the FBIâs umbrella that investigates so-called psychic phenomena. Most of the original members are retired or deadâ¦except for one who is unaccounted forâ¦. He could be anyone, anywhere.
Contents
Prologue
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
Prologue
Vibrations shattered through his brain. Pain followed in their path, exploding in the very cells of gray matter, inhibiting his ability to concentrate on anything but the horrendous agony.
Evan Hunter felt his way through the darkness until he reached the door. The misery writhed inside himâ¦building with each step he took. He prayed for death, even when he knew it would not come. Too easy, heâd decided long ago.
Whatever his sins, God had apparently concluded that he deserved this ceaseless torture.
Not even sleep provided relief anymore.
Only silenceâ¦only distance. And the mind-numbing drugs his doctor had prescribed, which he now refused to take.
Nausea roiled, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth as a second onslaught of tremors in the air set off its usual chain reaction of physical suffering. His entire body seized, shuddered with the intensity before he wrested back some semblance of control.
He jerked open the door and blinked against the invading glare of the night. He grunted at the burn searing his retinas before he squeezed his eyes shut. Where were his shades? Heâd forgotten about the full moon. Forgotten about the clear night sky and all its punishingly bright stars.
âMr. Hunter?â a voice whispered.
Evan resisted the instinctive urge to open his eyes againâcouldnât handle any more exposure just now. No need to look. He would have recognized the voice and the scent of his visitor even if he hadnât gotten that fleeting glimpse of his silhouette in the moonlight before closing his eyes.
âIâ¦I have your supplies, sir,â the man croaked.
Evan didnât speak, just stepped back for Marty Kenzie to scurry inside far enough to leave the two bags of supplies on a table a mere four steps from the door.
