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An investigator bent on revenge… a woman who won’t give up.
Working inside a powerful criminal organization should’ve helped Blackhawk Security investigator Bennett Spencer uncover a clue to locating his missing sister, but the case and the crime scene have gone cold. Until his sister’s best friend shows up on his doorstep covered in blood, claiming she needs his protection. He agrees, only to find the dangerous attraction sparking between them might cost him his one chance at revenge.
Anchorage PD might’ve forgotten that night a year ago when her best friend disappeared, but Autumn Staver hasn’t. Obsessed with solving the case, she gave up everything in search of the truth, but her relentless determination has drawn the attention of a hitman on the hunt. Bennett is the only man she trusts to keep her safe, but Autumn fears the secrets he’s keeping from her might get them both killed.
Another minute gone. Another missed chance to find her alive.
Heat worked up Bennett Spencer’s neck and into his face. He wasn’t worthy to be Blackhawk Security’s newest investigator. He swept the files off the coffee table. Pictures and papers of ugly data flew into chaos.
He should’ve found her by now. Should’ve uncovered another lead.
He stood, swiping his hand down his face. Facial hair bristled against his palm as rain pounded hard against the front window of his apartment, almost in rhythm with the hard beat of his heart in his chest. No leads over the past year. He’d been a Criminal Investigator for the army before his dishonorable discharge. He’d solved dozens of cases over the course of his military career. Why couldn’t he find his sister?
Tension strained between his neck and shoulders. Bennett stared at the sprawl of papers on the floor, handwritten notes stark against white backgrounds. He was out of leads. Out of time. Out of hope. “Where the hell are you, Bella?”
Three hard pounds on the front door sucked him back into the moment. Bennett circled the coffee table, wrapped his hand around his Glock’s grip, and unholstered the weapon from his shoulder holster slung over the back of the couch. He’d been discharged less than two weeks ago from the army. Blackhawk Security, Anchorage’s premier security firm, had only given him his fist case yesterday. No name on the apartment. No way for his old life to track him down. No reason someone should be pounding on his front door this late at night.
Bennett heel-toed it to the door, gun in hand, and twisted the door knob.
A wall of freezing Alaska air hit him hard as bright blue eyes locked on his. Five-five, maybe five-six, short blonde hair, perfect girl-next-door features. Sweet enough to eat from the looks of her. Autumn Staver, his sister’s best friend before she’d disappeared.
His finger tightened over the trigger as he scanned the vehicles in the parking lot. Same as before. Three SUVs, one pickup truck—his—and four sedans. All with Alaska license plates. So how’d she get here? “I thought I made it clear, cupcake. Anything that’d happened between us is done. You made sure of that the night Bella went missing.”
“Bennett.” Her voice shook, and it was only then Bennett noted her clothing had been soaked through. Hell, it was the middle of December. Her slight body would drop straight into hypothermia if she was exposed any longer. Darker stains bloomed across her midsection, and he lifted his gaze to hers. Blood. “I need your help.”
“You’re bleeding.” Bennett swung the door open wider, her attention locking on the gun in his hand. “What’d you get yourself into this time?”
She took a step back, fear evident in her expression. “I was kidnapped.”