When the patrol car turned onto Pilgrim Heights and angled across the intersection, she pulled onto the shoulder next to it and jumped out.

Reese climbed out of the cruiser, took one look at her, and waved her over. Allie hurried forward and said quickly, “I know I’m supposed to be off—”

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“Rica and Caroline are in the house. We know where he is. I want you with them until we catch this guy.”

Allie knew better than to protest, even though she wanted to be in on the pursuit. She wasn’t even supposed to be working, so she was grateful that Reese didn’t sideline her. And if Caroline was a target, she needed to be protected. “Yes ma’am.”

Reese got on the radio and Allie ran across the street and sprinted up the hill toward Rica and Carter’s cliff-top home. Rica answered the door, looking worried. Caroline was right behind her.

“What’s going on?” Rica asked.

Allie glanced at Caroline, then realized there was no reason to keep anything from these women. “William Everly might be in the area. Reese wanted me to stay with you until they catch him.”

“Is Bri with Reese?” Caroline asked quickly.

“No, probably with Carter.” She smiled at Caroline. “Don’t worry.

Bri can handle herself.”

“Sure, I know.”

Caroline still looked worried, probably afraid that Bri would go off on Everly if she caught him. Allie wasn’t so sure she wouldn’t, and couldn’t blame Bri if she did. No one could really blame Bri for exorcising her demons in her own way. Just like all of them.

“There’s no reason to think he’s coming here, but until they clear the street or run him down, why don’t you two stay together, maybe in the kitchen.” Allie checked the front door to make sure it was locked and closed the drapes on the front windows. “I’m going to take a quick walk around outside. Do you have an extra key?”

Rica found one in the desk drawer in the living room and handed it to Allie. “Let me give you my cell phone number.” Rica repeated it and Allie plugged it into her phone, then gave Rica her cell number.

“Okay,” Allie said. “I’ll be right back. Any problems, call me or nine-one-one.”

v

Reese radioed Carter and Bri to confirm their locations, then did the same with Smith and his partner. All were on foot, scouring yards and footpaths around the area where Smith had apparently sighted

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Everly approaching the house of one of his old high school football buddies. Reese ordered the remaining officers in squad cars to block Bradford in case Everly tried to come down off the Heights in a vehicle.

They had no description of what he might be driving, but he wouldn’t be difficult to spot. Then she set out on foot to triangulate with the two teams moving through the neighborhood. Hopefully, they could converge and force him out into the open.

Every now and then she was aware of the cuff on her arm inflating, but she’d quickly become acclimated to it and now she just ignored it. It hadn’t beeped, and she wondered if it was working. Considering she was running uphill and charged with adrenaline, she suspected it was malfunctioning, because her blood pressure had to be elevated.

Probably just as well. Tory was already worried enough.

Then she heard a shout from somewhere up ahead, followed by a shot, and the only thing on her mind was securing the safety of her officers. She pulled her weapon and ran.

v

The sharp crack that rifled through the air might have been a tree falling. Allie had heard plenty of those during the storm. But the sun was shining and the sky was clear and she knew a gunshot when she heard it. Her heart leapt and she reflexively pulled her weapon. She couldn’t judge the distance of the shot, but suddenly the stakes had changed. She wanted to run toward the sound, to help protect her fellow officers. But she couldn’t leave Rica and Caroline unprotected. She moved carefully to the rear right corner of the house. The deck from the kitchen was cantilevered over her head, the brush-and scrub-covered hillside dropping away steeply below her. The nearest house was fifty yards away and separated from Rica’s by dense foliage. Anyone approaching the house from the rear was in for an arduous climb, and she doubted someone on the run would try it. Nevertheless, she waited a full minute, scanning the drop-off below the deck. Nothing moving. Skirting along the rear of the house, she climbed back up to the front. She didn’t see anyone in the street. She considered going back inside, but thought she’d have a better chance of spotting Everly if she took cover outside.

She called Rica’s cell phone.

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“Hello,” Rica said.

“Everything looks clear out here, but I’m going to stay outside.

Don’t leave the house.”

“We’re fine,” Rica said coolly. “You should also know that I’m armed.”

“Ah…” Allie said. “Maybe you’d better leave that to me.”

“It’s legal. And I know how to use it.”

“All right. Be careful.”

“Was that a shot?” Rica asked, lowering her voice to a whisper.

“I think so.”

There was a long silence, then Rica said, “You be careful too.”

“Will do. Just sit tight.” Allie disconnected and took cover near the front of the house behind a dense, chest-high shrub that gave her a vantage point of the street. If he came this way, she’d see him.

v

“Can you turn up the scanner?” Ash asked Gladys Martin, the sheriff’s department dispatcher, as she got to her feet. After leaving Allie, she’d walked aimlessly for an hour, unaware of the throbbing pain in her shoulder and hip. The pain in her heart had been all-consuming.

She couldn’t believe how many times she’d made the wrong decision where Allie was concerned. She’d let her fear of being hurt and, yes, her arrogance in thinking that she knew what Allie would do convince her that she and Allie had no future together. She’d pushed Allie away, pushed her at other women, just to prove that she was right. What an idiot. No, Allie had been right. What a coward.

And then she tried some half-assed apology when it was way too late—she was lucky Allie had even let her in the door. And then…God, and then she just stopped thinking completely and went to bed with her.

Being with Allie again had been like tasting cool clear water when she was dying of thirst—after she’d finally accepted that the arid wasteland in front of her stretched forever and she’d given up hoping for a drop of rain. Now, having tasted her again, her soul would never survive another drought. And she had no one to blame but herself.

So she’d finally just walked to the station house and sat down at an empty desk with her files. Working. The only thing short of chemical oblivion that would blunt the pain for a while. When the call for All

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Units came in, the two officers in the station ran out, leaving her alone with Gladys and the intermittent radio chatter on the scanner.

“Who is that? Is that Reese?” Ash asked again, working hard to quell her panic as she listened to the scattered reports from the officers in pursuit of William Everly. She stared at the scanner as if that would force it to divulge more news. When she glanced at the duty board behind Gladys and saw that Allie’s name wasn’t on it, some of her anxiety eased.

“That’s the sheriff,” Gladys said with a worried frown.

“Everybody’s out there. I imagine all our off duty people are headed that way too. They’ve all got scanners, and if they were anywhere near enough to hear that All Units call, they’ll respond.”

Then Allie was probably out there. Ash had seen the scanner on the kitchen counter on her way out that morning. She told herself to relax. Allie was a trained officer and good at her job. But Everly had to know he was going back to jail if apprehended, and the very nature of his original crime suggested he was unstable. Who knew what he was likely to do when cornered.

The scanner crackled and Reese’s voice filled the room.

“Shots fired. Suspect is armed and dangerous. Do not approach without backup.”

“Shit,” Ash muttered. She ran a hand through her hair for the hundredth time that morning, but this time she wasn’t frustrated or angry at herself, she was scared down to her toes. And she couldn’t just stand by waiting for word. She spun around and raced for the door.

v

“Jesus,” Bri yelled when a car window ten feet from her shattered, showering glass all over the street. “That maniac is shooting at us!” She dove behind a shiny new Mercedes and peered around into the street, searching for some sign of Everly. Carter was crouched next to a dusty pickup truck just opposite her. “You okay?”

“Yes. Did you see where he went?”

“He ran behind a house up at the corner of Pilgrim.” Bri’s uniform shirt was stuck to her back with cold sweat. She was too pumped to be scared, but her skin was tingling like she was high, except her mind wasn’t cloudy. It was crystal sharp. The whole world stood out in 3-D

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relief, every angle and shape shimmering, almost vibrating. God, she hoped that was normal, because she didn’t want to make a mistake.

Carter was depending on her. Caroline was depending on her. Reese trusted her to make the right call. She checked Carter again, and the calm resolve in Carter’s eyes steadied her. Carter trusted her, she could read it in her face. And that’s all it took to settle her down.

“Let’s go get him, yeah?” Bri called to Carter.

“Damn right. Keep your eye out for any civilians and make sure they get to cover.”

“Roger that.”

Bri rose and ran. The thud of Carter’s footsteps next to her was almost as good as Reese’s hand on her shoulder, reminding her she was not alone.