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rustle of marsh grasses, the high song of cicadas or rude hoot from owls.
    She caught the glint of yellow eyes that might have been a coon or a fox. But they vanished when she stepped closer. Some small victim squealed in the grass. Edda Lou paid no more attention to the sound of the creature’s death than a New Yorker would have to the commonplace wail of a siren.
    This was the place of the night hunter—the owl and the fox. She was too pragmatic a woman to consider herself as prey.
    Her feet were silent on the soft ground and marshy grasses. Moonlight filtered over her, turning the skin she religiously pampered into something almost as elegant as marble. And because she was smiling, certain in her victory, there was a kind of hot beauty to her face.
    “Tucker?” She used the little-girl voice that was her way of wheedling. “I’m sorry I’m late, honey.”
    She stopped by the pond, and though her night vision was almost as sharp as a cat’s, saw nothing but water and rock and thick vegetation. Her mouth thinned, erasing the beauty. She’d purposely arrived late, wanting to keep him sweating for ten or fifteen minutes.
    In a huff, she sat on the log where Tucker had sat only hours before. But she didn’t feel his presence. Only annoyance that she had come running when he’d crooked his finger. And he hadn’t even crooked it in person, but with a stingy little note.
    Meet me at McNair Pond at midnight. We’ll fix everything. I only want to be alone with you for a little while.
    And wasn’t that just like him? Edda Lou thought. Making her go all soft, saying how he wanted to be alone with her, then pissing her off because he was late.
    Five minutes, she decided. That was all he was getting. Then she was going to drive on up the road, right through those fancy gates and up to the big house. She’d let Tucker Longstreet know that he couldn’t play around with her affections.
    At the whisper of sound behind her, she turned her head, prepared to flutter her lashes. The blow to the base of her skull had her tumbling facedown in the earth.
    Her moan was muffled. Edda Lou heard it in her head, and her head felt as though it had been split in two by a dull rock. She tried to lift it. Oh, but it hurt, it hurt! When she started to bring her hands up to hold the ache, she found them stuck tight behind her.
    The first quiver of fear pierced through the pain. Opening her eyes wide, she tried to call out. But her mouth was gagged. She could taste the cloth and the cologne that scented it. Her eyes rolled wildly as she fought to work her hands free.
    She was naked, and her bare back and buttocks were scraping into bark as she wriggled against the tree. She’d been tied hand and foot to a live oak, her feet expertly cinched so that her legs were spread in a vulnerable
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Visions of rape danced hideously through her mind.
    “Edda Lou. Edda Lou.” The voice was low and harsh, like the scrape of metal against rock. Edda Lou’s terrified eyes wheeled in their sockets as she tried to find the source.
    All she saw was the water and the thick black of clustered leaves. She tried to scream and choked on the gag.
    “I’ve had my eye on you. I wondered how soon we’d get together like this. Romantic, isn’t it, being naked in the moonlight? And we’re all alone, you and me. All alone. Let’s have sex.”
    Paralyzed with terror, she watched the figure slip out of the shadows. Saw the moonlight glint on naked skin. Saw it flash for one hideous instant on the long-bladed knife.
    Now it was terror and revulsion she felt as she recognized what was coming toward her. Her stomach clenched and rolled, and she tasted sickness on her tongue. But the figure came closer, gilded by a fine sheen of sweat and smelling of madness.
    Her pleas and prayers were smothered by the gag. Thin streams of blood ran down her back and legs as she twisted desperately against the tree. The hands were on her, squeezing, stroking. And the mouth. Hot,