A generator started up and spotlights clicked on inside the barn, illuminating the
dark corners. Nevada was close.
The light drew Macy’s attention to the right corner, which was roped off with red
crime scene tape. The forensic tech had designated this area as very sensitive because most
of the bones and the backpack had fallen here. Inside the tape, the techs had shifted the dirt
as they had searched for the last bits of Tobi Turner.
Macy elbowed aside anger and shifted her attention to the lost girl and her killer.
Photos of Tobi’s backpack had shown that it had contained simple jeans, a sweater, and tennis
shoes, but the fabric remnants and glittering blue cowboy boots found with the body
suggested she had changed after she left her parents’ house. Macy suspected Tobi had lied
about the study session and had diverted to a party. The killer could have recognized her
desire for excitement and used it against her.
“You made it.” Nevada’s deep voice snapped her back.
Macy faced him and saw his shocked expression when he got his first good look
at her. He quickly masked the reaction, and his expression became unreadable. Determined to
prove the hit and run didn’t matter, she extended her hand. “Good to see you, Nevada.”
In his early forties, Nevada was conspicuously tall. Flint gray eyes hinted to
several lifetimes’ worth of hard living. He wore jeans, a dark sweater, a leather jacket, scuffed
boots, and a Sheriff ball cap. Never looking comfortable in a jacket and tie, Nevada 2.0 looked
“Macy.” Nevada restrained his powerful grip as he shook her hand.
Irritated he was already treating her like damaged goods, she quipped, “What
happened to you, Nevada? Your grip’s a little soft.”
He released her hand. “You look…”
“Like I was hit by a truck?”
A frown furrowed the lines around his eyes and mouth. “I called the hospital
several times, but you never returned my calls.”
“Thanks for the effort. Truly. But my focus was dialed into my recovery.”
He was caught in a bad spot. They’d slept together a couple of times, liked each
other, and split on good terms. Beyond a vague promise to see each other one day, nothing
bound them. What was he supposed to do after the accident? Drop everything and race to her
“I wanted to help,” he said.
When a silence settled between them, she chose to fill it. “There wasn’t much you
could’ve done. It was on me.”
During rehab, she’d needed to be around people who weren’t mourning the old
her. God knows she had done enough of that herself. And Nevada seeing her so broken would
have been her undoing.
“Did you get my gift?” he asked.
She smiled. He’d sent her a vintage copy of a Twisted Sister album. “‘We’re Not
Gonna Take It’ became my anthem.”
The quip didn’t chase away the intensity in his gaze. “I thought it would make a
nice addition to your LP collection.”
“It has a proud spot.” Right now, she needed to believe whatever was between
them was water under the bridge. Her focus remained on getting her life back. “Tell me about
the bones. Where are they now?”
“They’re in Roanoke at the Regional Forensic Center. Tobi Turner’s father wants
his daughter’s remains released, so we’ll want to view them tomorrow.”
He wasn’t dwelling on the past, but moving forward, and for that she was grateful.
“Understood. What about the girl’s mother?” Macy asked.
“She died of Alzheimer’s four years ago.”
She hoped the disease had erased the woman’s worst memories. “Can you give
me a recap of what happened here?”
He pointed to the splintered wood of the partially dismantled shaft and recounted
the grim discovery. Medical examiners had officially confirmed Tobi Turner’s identification with
“Where’s the backpack now?” Macy asked.
“Also with the state’s forensic lab in Roanoke. We can see it when we view the
The medical examiner’s office and forensic lab were both housed in a newly
renovated facility. Good. It maximized her time.
“Has the medical examiner determined the cause of death?” Macy asked.
“He has not issued the final report yet. But if I had to guess, I’d say
“The interviews done with the rape victims.”
“I want to read those,” Macy said.
“They aren’t very detailed.”
She tapped her finger against her thigh. “And time of death can’t be
“I want to interview the rape victims. Each reported their abuser held them up to
an hour. They might help me piece together what happened to Tobi and identify this
“My deputy is in her office waiting for us with the case files.”
She lingered for a moment, staring at a toppled yellow crime scene tent. Fury
whetted her appetite for justice. “Those girls should have been worrying about homecoming
and football games and not fighting for their lives.”
(C) Mary Burton, Montlake Romance, 2019
Criminal Profiler #1
She’s hunting. He’s watching.
Special Agent Macy Crow is a survivor. After a vicious hit-and-run nearly kills her, she gets
right back to work, and now she’s gunning for a spot on the FBI’s elite profiling team. As an
audition, she offers to investigate the recently discovered bones of Tobi Turner, a high school
girl who disappeared fifteen years ago.
While investigating with local sheriff Mike Nevada, a former colleague and onetime lover, Macy
discovers a link between Tobi’s case and several others that occurred around the same time
as her disappearance. As Macy interviews victims and examines old cases, she uncovers a
sinister picture of a stalker who graduated to sexual assault—and then murder.
Macy and Nevada race to put this monster behind bars before he can come out of hiding. But
the murderer’s had years to hone his skills, and soon Macy herself becomes a target. She’s no
stranger to pain and terror, but will Macy’s first profiling case be her last?
Romance Suspense | Thriller |
Mystery [Montlake Romance, On Sale: April 23, 2019, e-
Book, ISBN: 9781503905269 / ]
Mary Burton loves writing suspense, researching law enforcement and forensic procedures,
morning walks, baking, books, and tiny dachshunds. She also enjoys hunting down serial
killers, which she does in her New York Times and USA Today bestselling novels of suspense
and romance. She’s the author of thirty-four published novels, five novellas and four works of
contemporary women’s fiction written as Mary Ellen Taylor. Library Journal has compared her
work to that of Lisa Jackson and Lisa Gardner, and Fresh Fiction likened her writing to that of
A member of International Thriller Writers, Sisters in Crime, Mystery Writers of America,
Novelists, Inc., and Romance Writers of America, Mary is known for creating multiple suspense
stories connected by characters. When not traveling for research or visiting with readers at
bookstores, book festivals and conferences, Mary remains very much a homebody. She and
her husband spend time alternately enjoying and lamenting their empty nest and spoiling their
four-legged babies Buddy, Bella, and Tiki.
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