read about, but both turned out to be dead ends, too.
The rain died, the morning sun fighting through the storm clouds. His phone buzzed, and he checked the number. Nina.
He punched the connect button. âNina?â
âSladeâ¦can you come over?â
âWhatâs wrong?â
âSomeone left a rag doll with a knife in its heart on my doorstep.â
Slade cursed, grabbed his weapon, shoved it in his holster, threw on a jacket and rushed outside.
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N INAâS HAND TREMBLED as she hung up the phone. Nausea rolled through her as she stared at the doll, and her chest ached so badly it was as if that knife had been plunged into her own heart.
Someone had put the doll on her doorstep to taunt her with the past.
Who would be so cruel?
She rushed upstairs and threw on some clothes, then made coffee and tried to sip it while she waited.
Five minutes later, Sladeâs SUV rumbled up the drive and she inhaled deeply. She had to pull herself together. She finally had someone on her side, and she couldnât chance losing his services now.
Brushing her hair back into a ponytail, she rushed to the door. The sight of Slade Blackburn on her front porch sent a surge of relief through her.
The wind tousled his hair around his broad face, and the trees shook raindrops from the branches, scattering them across the ground. âAre you all right?â he asked.
She nodded. âYes, just shaken.â
âTell me what happened.â
âBefore dawn, I heard a noise outside.â She led him to the sofa table. Her hand shook as she picked up the doll. âThen I found this on my porch.â
His eyes flashed with anger. âDamn sicko. Did you see who put it on your porch?â
âNo, but I saw a shadow outside. Then I heard a car leaving down the street.â
Sladeâs jaw tightened. âDo you have a bag I can put it in? Iâll send it to the lab for prints and DNA.â
âSure.â She rushed to the kitchen and returned with one, and he used his handkerchief to seal it in the bag.
The temptation to share what happened in the past taunted her, but she decided to hold off.
Maybe heâd find a lead from the doll and she wouldnât have to divulge the humiliating details of her breakdown.
Chapter Five
Slade gritted his teeth. Nina looked shaken, fragile and exhausted, like a delicate flower that had been crushed in the wind.
But dammit, she also looked beautiful in that pale blue cotton blouse and that flowing black shirt. He itched to pull her into his arms and comfort her but gripped his hands by his sides to keep from touching her.
Someone, whoever had put that doll on her porch, had meant to torment her.
Or maybe the doll had been left as a warning. If she kept asking questions, the same thing would happen to herâ¦
Hopefully Amanda could lift some prints. If not, she might be able to track down where the doll and knife were bought and the buyer.
Slade gritted his teeth. The fact that sheâd received it the day after sheâd hired him was significant.
Dammit, he didnât like the fact that someone was watching her. Someone who obviously didnât want her asking questions. That fact alone roused his suspicions and gave credence to her case.
The first suspect who came to mind was the doctor. But surely the man was too smart to pull such a stunt. Heâd have to know that he would be the first person Slade would question.
âOther than Dr. Emery, who else knows that you hired me?â Slade asked.
Nina ran a hand over her forehead. âWilliam.â
His gaze shot to hers. âPeytonâs father?â
She nodded and folded her arms across her chest. âHe phoned last night.â
Slade growled, âHow did he find out?â
âDr. Emery called him.â
âSon of a bitch.â
Ninaâs gaze jerked to his, and he forced himself to tamp his anger. âWhat did he say?â
âHe was