Kay Hooper - Blood Ties

L ISTEN.

No.

Listen.

I dont want to hear. She kept her eyes down, staring at her bare feet. Her toenails were painted pink. Only not here. Here, they were gray, like everything else.

Everything except the blood. The blood was always red.

She had forgotten that.

You have to listen to us.

No, I dont. Not anymore.

We can help you.

No one can help me. Not to do that, what youre asking me to do. Its impossible. At the edge of her vision, she saw the blood creeping toward her and immediately took a step backward. Then another. I cant go back now. I can never go back.

Yes. You can. You have to.

I was at peace. Why didnt you leave me there? She felt something solid and hard against her back and pressed herself against it, her gaze still on her toes, so much of her awareness on the blood inching ever closer.

Because it isnt finished,

It was finished a long time ago.

Not for you. Not for her.

C ASE EDGERTON RAN along the narrow trail, aware of his burning legs but concentrating on his breathing. The last mile was always the hardest, especially on his weekly trail run. Easier to just zone out and run when he was on the track or in his neighborhood park; this kind of running, with its uneven terrain and various hazards, required real concentration.

That was why he liked it.

He jumped over a rotted fallen log and almost immediately had to duck a low-hanging branch. After that, it was all downhillwhich wasnt as easy as it sounded, since the trail snaked back and forth in hairpin curves all along the middle quarter of this last mile. Good training for his upcoming race. He planned to win that one, as he had won so many his entire senior year.

And then Kayla Vassey, who had a thing for runners and who was remarkably flexible, would happily reward him. Maybe for the whole summer. But thered be no clinging to him afterward; shed be too busy sizing up next years crop of runners to do more than wave goodbye when he left in the fall for college.

Sex without strings. The kind he preferred.

Case nearly tripped over a root exposed by recent spring rains and swore at his wandering thoughts.

Concentrate, idiot. Do you want to lose that race?

He really didnt.

His legs were on fire now and his lungs felt raw, but he kept pushing himself, as he always did, even picking up a little speed as he rounded the last of the wicked hairpin curves.

This time, when he tripped, he went sprawling.

He tried to land on his shoulder and roll, to do as little damage as possible, but the trail was so uneven that instead of rolling he slammed into the hard ground with a grunt, the wind knocked out of him, and a jolt of pain told him hed probably jammed or torn something.

It took him a few minutes of panting and holding his shoulder gingerly before he felt able to sit up. And it was only then that he saw what had tripped him.

An arm.

Incredulous, he stared at a hand that appeared to belong to a man, a hand that was surprisingly clean and unmarked, long fingers seemingly relaxed. His gaze tracked across a forearm that was likewise uninjured, and then

And then Case Edgerton began to scream like a little girl.

Y ou can see why I called you in. Sheriff Desmond Duncans voice was notquitedefensive. Were on the outskirts of Serenade, but it still falls into my jurisdiction. And Im not ashamed to admit its beyond anything the Pageant County Sheriffs Department has ever handled. He paused, then repeated, Ever.

Im not surprised, she replied somewhat absently.

His training and experience told Des Duncan to shut up and let her concentrate on the scene, but his curiosity was stronger. He hadnt known what to expect when he contacted the FBI, never having done so before, so maybe any agent would have surprised him. This one definitely did.

She was drop-dead gorgeous, for one thing, with a centerfold body and the face of an exotic angel. And she possessed the most vivid blue eyes Duncan had seen in his life. With all that, she appeared remarkably casual and unaware of the effect she was having on just about every man within eyesight of her. She was in faded jeans and a loose pullover sweater, and her boots were both serviceable and worn. Her long gleaming black hair was pulled back into a low ponytail at the nape of her neck. No makeup, at least as far as he could tell.

She had done everything short of taking a mud bath to downplay her looks, and Des still had to fight a tendency to stutter a bit when speaking to her. He wasnt even sure she had shown him a badge.

And he was nearly sixty, for Christs sake.

Wary of asking the wrong question or asking one the wrong way, he said tentatively, Im grateful to turn this over to more experienced hands, believe me. I naturally called the State Bureau of Investigation first, but Well, once they heard me out, they suggested I call in your office. Yours specifically, not just the FBI. Sort of surprised me, to be honest. That they suggested right off the bat I should call you folks. But it sounded like a good idea to me, so I did. Didnt really expect so many feds to respond, and I sure as hell didnt expect it to be so fast. I sent in the request less than five hours ago.

We were in the area, she said. Near enough. Just over the mountains in North Carolina.

Another case?

Ongoing. But not really going anywhere, so coming over to check this out made sense.

Duncan nodded, even though she wasnt looking at him. She was on one knee a couple of feet from the bodywhat was left of the bodyher gaze fixed unwaveringly on that.

He wondered what she saw. Because, word had it, the agents of the FBIs elite Special Crimes Unit saw a lot more than most cops, even if the what and how of that was rather vaguely defined.

What Duncan saw was plain enough, if incredibly bizarre, and he had to force himself to look again.

The body lay sprawled beside what was, among the high school track team and some of the hardier souls in town, a popular hiking and running trail. It was a wickedly difficult path to walk at a brisk pace, let alone run, which made it an excellent training course if you knew what you were doingand potentially deadly if you didnt.

There were numerous cases of sprains, strains, and broken bones in this area year-round, but especially after the spring rains.

Still, Duncan didnt have to be an M.E. or even a doctor to know that a fall while running or walking hadnt done this. Not this.