Fought and failed.
Sliding, aware of Archer doing the same behind him, Crowe watched as the sedan slipped over the cliff.
Wayne"s scream over the Bluetooth connection was cut off as the sound of the metal smacking stone reverberated through the canyon.
Increasing his own speed, Crowe raced around the next curve before twisting the wheel and sliding into a turn that put him on a dirt road leading to the canyon floor.
Sorenson wasn"t the first victim Corbin Pa.s.s had claimed.
As the sports car straightened and headed toward the canyon floor an explosion rocked the cliff, causing the little car to shudder and nearly slip on the dirt road, throwing it sideways before Crowe could compensate.
A quick flip of the wheel, a harsh curse, and the car"s tires bit into the dirt, pulling it back quickly as a fireball suddenly swept above the small canyon, nearly reaching the edge of the road before retreating.
"Burn in h.e.l.l, b.a.s.t.a.r.d," Crowe muttered as the sports car slid into the narrow canyon, rocking to a stop as he stared at the flames engulfing the sedan and the body that could be seen still sitting behind the wheel.
Crowe stepped from the car, standing next to it as Archer pulled in behind him, barely missing the back of Ivan"s sports car.
Before the vehicle had stopped shuddering from the abrupt stop, the driver"s-side door was flung open and Archer was out of the powerful wide-built jeep he drove and striding up to him.
They watched as Wayne"s car and Wayne himself burned.
The flames were intense enough that Crowe suspected they were fueled by more than the violence of the crash into the canyon.
"He was f.u.c.king crazy." Archer sounded shocked. "You know he patched me as well as that news helicopter into that call, don"t you?"
Crowe hadn"t known that. He was d.a.m.ned glad he hadn"t said more to Wayne.
"Then you heard his confession?" Crowe stated.
"Me and every person watching on television," Archer agreed.
What did it matter? It was over now.
The Slasher was dead.
"Nash and John are on their way," Archer said. "John"s going to be glad it"s over. Maybe now he can relax and stop killing himself trying to watch over two sisters he"s terrified he can"t protect effectively."
Amelia being one of those sisters. h.e.l.l, it was hard to believe the undercover agent was actually a son to the b.a.s.t.a.r.d.
"Yeah, it will be a h.e.l.l of a relief," Crowe agreed.
It just didn"t feel right, and he couldn"t figure out why.
The hairs on the back of his neck rose while a sense of foreboding had his shoulders tensing. Something wasn"t right.
Wayne watched the vehicle burn. Somber, regretful.
He"d imagined one day getting to know the cousin now burning in the car he had rigged with an explosive.
As far as the cousin had known, he was being paid simply to draw Crowe up the pa.s.s where Wayne could a.s.sa.s.sinate him. He"d been more than eager to take the job, no matter the risks, just to have the money to pay the medical bills from his daughter"s illness.
The other man hadn"t even suspected what was coming.
Wayne had helped him don the latex mask that ensured Crowe would believe he was chasing Wayne. He had then given him precise orders.
Orders that had been followed implicitly.
h.e.l.l, maybe he should have considered partnering with that cousin rather than Thomas Jones all those years ago. Wayne had a feeling he"d have been the perfect partner if he"d chosen him before the birth of his daughter sixteen years before. Unfortunately, he had cared so much about that daughter that he hadn"t considered the drawbacks or possible deceptions.
It had been too late to change the plan, though.
No one knew about the cousin, Jimmy Bowers, or his connection to Wayne. The man"s DNA would be close enough to Wayne"s to get the FBI off his a.s.s, hopefully.
At least long enough for Wayne to take care of his daughters and Crowe Callahan.
Him and those arrogant cousins of his.
His only regret was Amelia.
Had she simply stayed away from Crowe as he"d warned her to do, then she would have been safe. Had she not betrayed him for Crowe, then Wayne would have just let her be after Amory"s betrayal.
She could have lived.
But he couldn"t allow her to live now. Not after a Callahan had defiled her body. Still, if he wasn"t mistaken, he knew his enemy"s greatest weakness. He only wished he"d known earlier how much his daughter had meant to the other man over the years.
Wayne knew how to destroy Crowe Callahan now.
He"d seen it in the recorded broadcasts of the news stories. He"d heard it in the b.a.s.t.a.r.d"s voice.
Crowe was in love with Amelia, whether he realized it or not. Taking her from Crowe would destroy him.
CHAPTER 3.
Wayne was dead.
Or so it appeared.
Leaning forward in the large, dark leather chair, Amelia watched the chase up Corbin Pa.s.s for what had to be the hundredth time since it had actually occurred six hours before.
Eyes narrowed, she focused on the tan sedan as the news helicopter recorded its race up the mountain.
From the moment Sheriff Archer Tobias had called in the sighting of the suspected serial rapist and murderer, chaos had reigned. News helicopters, reporters, and journalists had flooded Corbin County, Sweetrock, and the Ramsey Ranch in Pitkin County, Colorado.
Then they had all but surrounded the house Amelia had lived in during her marriage years before, next to her father"s property, searching for her. It hadn"t taken them long to learn she had moved back into the main house after her husband"s desertion five years before.
Amelia"s life had gone from bad to worse when the media arrived. As if it could have gotten any worse after her father had kidnapped and almost killed her weeks before.
Like he had killed so many other young women. Like he had killed her mother.
"Admitted serial rapist and murderer," the reports always stated.
Wayne had admitted to his atrocities as he spoke to Crowe and Archer, just before going over the cliff. He had admitted to years of murders in an attempt to destroy the Callahans, steal their land, and recover a treasure that had been hidden for generations.
Wayne hadn"t had to admit to it, though.
She had known it was Wayne and Amory the night she was kidnapped. The night he"d attempted to kidnap and kill Crowe"s sister, Anna. Not just because his partner, Amory, had mentioned Wayne"s name, but because she had heard his voice herself. Because he had stood over her that night as she lay drugged and helpless, stroked his hand down her arm, and in that low, deep tone that always sent fear racing up her back a.s.sured her it was going to hurt when he allowed Amory to kill her.
It was all she could do to swallow back the bile that rose in the back of her throat at the memory. G.o.d. How had she not known-how had she not at least suspected him for the monster he was?
When the car exploded on the television, the fireball reaching nearly to the top of the canyon wall, Amelia"s fists clenched as a sense of satisfaction filled her.
And a sense of trepidation.
And suspicion.
"Too easy," she muttered, covering her face with her hands as she fought the panic building in her chest. "There"s no way he would have "let" that happen."
"Where did you see him let anything happen?"
Amelia was on her feet, swinging around as adrenaline surged through her system. Coming face-to-face with Crowe was a shock to her senses, she realized. It always had been. Her heart beat faster, her body became primed, her mouth dried out-but farther down, that sensitive flesh between her thighs became far too wet.
She had been expecting him, yet still the effect he had on her was instant. From the moment she heard that the chase was occurring, she had known he would be there soon.
That didn"t mean she had to like it. It didn"t mean she"d known when to expect it.
She clasped her hands in front of her, preparing herself to weather this meeting as she did every other meeting with him. Without fracturing from the inside out with the pain of what she had lost over the years.
Those predatory amber-flecked brown eyes followed the movement, the hard line of his lips quirking with some unspoken humor.
He really had changed since the night she had helped him steal that file from Wayne, she noticed again. The dark, hard planes and angles of his face had matured and hardened. The compa.s.sion and warmth that had once filled them was no longer apparent. His wolf-colored eyes blazed from within his face, giving him the appearance of a warrior while his hard body a.s.sured her he had the power to be just as lethal.
There were a few lines at the corners of his eyes. Life lines, she liked to call them. The unsmiling curve of his lips, the hard, strong line of his jaw, his stubborn chin.
He was tall, nearly six and a half feet, without so much as an inch of fat on that hard body. Dressed in jeans, boots, and a long-sleeved white shirt under a black leather jacket, he could have been a gunslinger or a Native American chief from decades past.
And he never failed to steal her breath, making her heart race and saturating the flesh between her thighs with her need to be possessed by him.
In the weeks since the discovery that Wayne was the Slasher, Amelia had pretended to be Crowe"s lover. She had been at his side during the discovery of the treasure Wayne had sought and remained quiet whenever it had been suggested that they were involved in a relationship.
Those were the only times she had seen him, the only times he had touched her.
As she watched, he slowly shrugged the jacket from his shoulders. Her gaze was drawn to the breadth of them, her senses to the memory of the feel of them beneath her sensitive palms as she sc.r.a.ped them with her nails.
Those shoulders had rippled with strength, and tightened powerfully as he moved above her.
"You seem doubtful that he"s dead," he stated as he laid the jacket over the back of the old wingback chair next to the family room entrance.
Doubtful? Was that what she was feeling? No, she was feeling terrified. "Excuse me for being skeptical, Crowe. I may not have known he was the Slasher until the night he kidnapped me, but I did know how calculating and ruthless he was. I won"t believe it until the DNA tests prove it"s him."
She couldn"t take the risk that he had somehow managed to fool everyone.
She had far too much to lose, and far too much to protect.
Releasing the hold she had on her own hands, Amelia fought to restrain the anger and the pain that had built over the years. The hunger, the need: They were all tied together, one and the same, and tormented her each time she was around Crowe.
"Archer had the body transported to the morgue, and Nash will be sending out for DNA tests. The county hasn"t purchased the equipment for it yet," he informed her.
She was well aware of that. "Wayne blocked the purchase three years straight," she remembered bitterly. "No doubt to ensure that he, or his partners, would have the time to escape or for Wayne to corrupt any samples."
"No doubt," he agreed, hooking his thumbs in the front pockets of his jeans as his gaze roved over her body slowly.
Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s swelled immediately, her nipples rasping against the lace of her bra as his gaze paused at them.
Remembering?
Did he remember how sensitive he could make them? How they responded with such intense pleasure to just the thought of his touch?
"Why are you here?" she finally asked nervously before realizing she"d once again clasped her hands protectively in front of her. "How did you get in this time?"
The smallest curl of mockery pulled at his lips. "That lock on your balcony door upstairs isn"t nearly as secure as you think it is. And the alarm is so easy to trick that a three-year-old could do it."
Wonderful.
"So you"re just checking to make sure I"m safe?" she questioned him, before taking a moment to stem the anger threatening to override her control. What had made her think he"d be there for any other reason? "Why, thank you for your consideration, Mr. Callahan. Shall I see you out?"
See him out when she wanted to scream, to rage because she couldn"t have what she needed, she could never have what she ached for. And not just because of Wayne. Once Crowe learned the true extent of her deception, he would hate her.
A low, amused chuckle vibrated from his chest, stroked over her senses, and had her c.l.i.t throbbing harder in need.
h.e.l.l, her whole body ached for his touch. Every cell was on high alert and straining toward the warmth of his flesh.
He made her want to hope, when she knew better.
"Do you really want to see me out?" he asked, his head inclining quizzically as mocking amus.e.m.e.nt filled his gaze. "With all those reporters outside?"
Amelia glanced toward the windows, her lips tight in displeasure. The shades were pulled, the heavy curtains tightly closed against the glare and flash of cameras.
Even before she had been released from the hospital after the twenty-four hours of observation, and an intense interrogation by the FBI, Sheriff Archer Tobias, and the Callahans" lawyer Lucas Grace several weeks before, reporters had begun showing up.