Escape (Last Chance Series, Book 3.5) by Dee Davis Read Free Book Online

reached for his gun, his fingers hitting only the soft cotton of his shirt.
    Slowly he pushed the door wider, then after a silent count of three swung into the room.  It looked a hell of a lot like it had when he’d left it.  One of Tracy’s shoes lay on the rug, her silk panties on the floor near the credenza. 
    His heart rate slowed as he realized that everything else seemed to be in order.   He’d warned her before about leaving her door open, but she’d never believed it mattered.  As far as she was concerned the hallway was just an extension of the apartment.  And in some ways, he could see her point.
    “Tracy?” he called.  “It’s me.  Baby?  Are you here?”  All the lights were on.  He walked through the living room, past the other shoe, and the remnants of his bow tie thrown across a chair.  His body clenched with the memory.  At least the night had started out on a high note.  
    But then it had ended at the other end of the spectrum.  He stopped in the bedroom doorway, the tray with the rose petals still sitting on the bed, the ring box beside it, the diamond winking knowingly in the light. 
    Frowning, he turned around slowly, taking in the apartment again. Tracy’s dress was pooled on the floor by the bed.  And the rumpled sheets still bore signs of their recent endeavors.  So where the hell was she? 
    He turned around, eyes falling to her cell phone on the bureau next to her purse and her keys.  She wouldn’t have left without her wallet and phone.  His gaze moved to the bedside table.  Except for the lamp it was empty.  With a smile, he nodded, his brain presenting the answer, as relief mixed with frustration.  The ever-present stack of file folders was missing.  In the space of like fifteen minutes he’d proposed, been rejected and they’d ended their relationship—he’d buried his sorrows in a glass of whiskey, or two—and Tracy had gone to work.
    He walked back out the apartment door, turning away from the lobby elevator, heading instead for the private one Tracy used to reach the labs.  If she thought she could forget about him that easily, she had another think coming. 

Chapter 4
    “Move.”  The guy with the gun shoved it into the small of Tracy’s back propelling her forward into the lab at the far end of the corridor.  She stumbled as she stepped into the room, fighting to keep her balance.
    Across the way, a second man straightened from the back of the room where he was inspecting the body bays.
    “Who the hell is this?” he barked, his eyes narrowing, his lecherous gaze moving along the curves of her t-shirt and sweats, his lips twitching slightly as he reached her bare feet.  His hand rested on the butt of a gun protruding from the waistband of his pants, his fingers stroking it in a way that made Tracy’s skin crawl. 
    “Does it matter?” the other man responded, his fingers closing around the tender skin above her elbow as he pulled her farther into the room.  “The point is that she’s here.  And that she knows we killed the guard.”
    “I take it you didn’t find anyone else?” the second guy asked, his gaze shifting to his friend.   
    “Jesus, Marshall, I told you I checked the security feed. The corridors were empty.”
    “Well, you didn’t see her now did you?” Marshall shook his head, clearly exasperated with the other man. “Which makes me wonder what the hell else you might have missed, Henry.”  He said the name deliberately.  Clearly angry with Henry’s use of his name. 
    “I didn’t miss anything,” Henry replied, his tone belligerent.  “I’m telling you the feeds were clear. I don’t where she came from.  But now that we’ve got her, it’s easy enough to make her disappear.”  He raised the gun, the muzzle pressed into the back of her neck now.
    Tracy held her breath, frantically trying to figure a way out, but there didn’t seem to be any options, and she could see from the glint in Marshall’s