Killer Moves by Mary Eason Read Free Book Online

soothed her daughter’s hair from her eyes. “See, baby, Justine’s fine. Now you need to go back to bed.”
    Ava’s eyelids had begun to grow heavy until she spotted Davis.
    “Mommie, who’s that man?”
    Kara’s gaze collided with Davis’s. Before he could say anything, she stopped him.
    “Baby, let’s get you back into bed. We’ll talk about this in the morning, okay? Now close your eyes.” Kara lowered her daughter back into her bed and pulled the covers up over her.
    “Sleep tight, baby. I’ll leave the hall light on and the door open. It was only a bad dream, Ava. Okay?”
    “Okay, Mommie.”
    When she turned to leave Ava’s room, Davis stood in the doorway, blocking her exit. Emotions long-since buried resurfaced between them in an instant before he quietly stepped aside and followed her back to the living room. When she reached for the phone again, he stopped her.
    “What are you doing?”
    “I’m calling Sheriff Hanson.”
    “No, you’re not.” When she would have ignored him, he stopped her. “Wait just a second, Kara.”
    She stood staring back at him, with the phone still in her hand, angry with him—with God for giving Ava the gift. But most of all, angry with herself for still caring about Davis Martin.
    “Why? Justine might be in danger.”
    “I’ll send someone to keep an eye on her. She’ll be safe, I promise. But you and I have to talk. I want answers, Kara. Does my daughter have the gift or not?”
    Kara didn’t trust Davis or his reasons for being there tonight. He still belonged to the Bureau. She couldn’t trust him not to use Ava’s gift the way the Bureau used her.
    “She doesn’t have the gift, okay?” she told him at last, and tried to sound convincing.
    “Then what was that all about just now and why are you so worried about your friend?” When Kara didn’t answer, he added, “She does, doesn’t she? You told me once that it manifests itself in different ways. Ava can see into the future. Can’t she? Dammit, answer me, Kara!”
    “I don’t know,” Kara said quietly.
    “What do you mean you don’t know? You told me you knew you had the gift when you were still a child. Around Ava’s age, wasn’t it?” He watched her stubbornly ignore his question. “Answer the damn question.”
    “I don’t know! I don’t know, okay?”
    “Kara.” Davis took a step closer but she turned away.
    “Are you going to help me or do I call Sheriff Hanson?”
    Davis took the phone from her and called the local sheriff’s office, identifying himself. He directed the sheriff to sit on Justine’s house but not to bother the girl unless something happened.
    “Call your friend back and tell her everything’s fine.” Kara started to protest when he added, “There’s no use bringing this to her door tonight. It can keep until morning, surely.”
    After Kara called Justine back, she found Davis in her kitchen making coffee. He looked a little too familiar there for her comfort. Kara forced aside memories of all the times they’d made dinner together, made love with abandon, and worked throughout the night at her small apartment in DC.
    “It’s going to be a long night. You look as if you could use some as well.” She took the cup he handed her and sat down at the table.
    “Why did you go to the shop today?” she asked quietly.
    Davis’s gaze slipped over her before answering, “Isn’t it obvious? I went looking for you.”
    Kara nodded without speaking. She could only imagine what went through Justine’s head when she saw Davis. Since she’d walked into her life, Justine had constantly tried to uncover Kara’s secrets.
    “Why her, Kara? Why do you think he would pick this girl?”
    “Who are you talking about?” She knew. But she needed him to deny it.
    “You know who. The Angel. Frankie. Whoever the hell is doing these killings. Why pick your friend? How did he know about her?”
    She wished she could answer that. “I don’t know.”
    “Did you talk to