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Trust No One
Author: Debra Webb


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TODAY

Saturday, June 16

7:15 a.m.

“Just tell me where she is, and we can take this down a notch.” Kerri took a breath, let it out slowly. “I’ll lower my weapon. You have my word. All I want is your cooperation.”

Her palms were sweating. Arms shaking from maintaining the firing stance for so long. She didn’t trust this bastard, but she damned sure hadn’t followed him here to do this.

Now she had a situation.

The lieutenant would say desperation had driven her over the edge, and he wouldn’t be wrong. Her new partner would shake his head and wonder how she ever dared to judge him.

Kerri blinked. She had gone too far. She knew this. Too late to change that now. Swallowing the lump of uncertainty rising in her throat, she stared at the man in her crosshairs. Way too late.

He laughed. Blood trickled from his swollen, no doubt broken nose. She’d punched him hard. As if to underscore the thought, her right hand throbbed mercilessly. Anger tightened her lips. Not hard enough, or he wouldn’t be so smug right now. The son of a bitch.

“You should know by now, Detective Devlin, that you can’t touch me. I will ruin you,” he warned, the words nasally sounding. He swiped at the blood spatter staining his pale-blue polo. “Your career with the Birmingham Police Department is over.”

Like she needed anyone to point out that glaringly obvious detail. With every fiber of her being, she wanted to kill him. The urge simmered in the deepest part of her soul. She knew what this bastard had done. She had evidence, by God. Maybe not enough for a trial conviction, but it was something. For now, that could wait. This was far more important . . . more urgent.

She was the one who laughed this time. “Can’t you tell by now I don’t care? As long as I take you all the way down first, I can live with whatever comes second.”

He smiled at her, the expression incongruent with his bleeding and damaged face. “But you do care about that sweet little daughter of yours, don’t you? I would hate to see her have to pay for your mistakes, Detective.”

Kerri flinched. A new rush of fury lashed through her, more at her reaction than at his threat. “Just fucking tell me what I need to know.” She twitched the barrel of her Glock .40 cal. “Or I swear to God I will put a bullet right between your eyes.”

He stared at her for one, two, three beats; then he said, “Go ahead. Shoot me.”

Shit.

Maybe he’d seen her arms shake or spotted that goddamned flinch. Either way, he’d called her bluff.

No turning back now.

Her hand tightened on the grip. Forefinger curled around the trigger. “You think I won’t?”

He lunged at her.

She instinctively twisted to the right.

His body crashed into her left shoulder, sending her off balance.

She slammed backward onto the floor. The weight of his body landing on top of her forced the air from her lungs.

Weapon?

Adrenaline roaring, she locked the fingers of her right hand tighter around the butt of the Glock.

She still had her weapon. Relief trickled through her.

With every ounce of might she possessed, she punched with her left fist, aiming for the throat. He stretched his upper body to one side, ensuring the blow jammed impotently into his shoulder.

She yanked her arm back, aimed again . . . he backhanded her.

Blocking out the pain, she rammed her knee toward his groin. He dodged the move. Grabbed at the Glock with one hand and her hair with the other.

No. No. No!

She twisted her right arm, fought to wrench the barrel of the weapon from his desperate grasp. His grip tightened. His face distorted with rage. She bucked and rotated her body, used her free hand to clutch at his throat, his eyes, whatever she could reach. He slammed her head against the floor. Again. And again.

The room spun. She felt her wrist crack from the pressure of him trying to rip the Glock from her grasp.

She . . . could . . . not . . . allow . . . him . . . to . . . take . . . it . . .

Her head hit the floor again, harder this time.

Her eyes rolled back. She blinked. Shook herself. His weight ground into her waist.

Another thwack of her head . . .

The blast of a bullet discharging from her weapon exploded in the room.

She gasped.

Darkness clawed at her.

She fought to stay conscious. Tried to rise up.

Where was he . . . ?

The room shifted out of focus. Started to spin. She closed her eyes to slow the whirling sensation.

The darkness swallowed her, dragging her down . . . down . . . down . . .

There was sound.

She stopped falling . . . fought against the darkness still swaddling her.

The sound came again. Rattling . . . vibrating.

There was pain.

Kerri tried to open her eyes once more.

More of that vibrating.

Her eyes cracked open, and pain exploded behind them. She squeezed them shut and groaned.

That damned rattling started again, and this time she recognized it was her phone. She opened her eyes and turned her head despite the pain and stared at the black device lying on the wood floor. A moment was required before her brain got the message through to her arm that she had to reach for the phone in order to answer it.

Her partner’s face flashed on the screen. Falco. There was something . . .

Shit!

She sat up. The room spun, and her head exploded with more of that searing pain. When she dared to open her eyes again, she stared at the man slumped facedown on the floor, one of her legs trapped beneath his thighs.

“Jesus Christ.” She scrambled free of his weight.

The room whirled again. She grabbed her head and closed her eyes until the spinning stopped, and the pain leveled out. Another groan hissed past her lips.

That damned vibration erupted once more. She couldn’t deal with that right now. She forced her eyes open. Slowly, she crawled on all fours until she was within reach of him. She touched his neck, checked for a pulse.

Nothing.

He was dead.

Fuck.

Where was her weapon?

She hoisted herself to her feet, staggered around the body. Didn’t see the damned thing.

“Shit. Shit. Shit.”

The Glock had to be under him.

Using her right foot, she pushed, swaying drunkenly on her left, until she rolled him onto his back. The hole in his upper chest and all the blood told her the bullet had likely gone in at an upward trajectory and pierced a major artery.

He was dead.

She’d killed him.

Reaching down, she was relieved that her weapon lay just outside the widening ring of blood. She snatched it up and shoved it into her waistband.

Her phone started rattling again. This time she grabbed it and managed to hit the necessary button. “Devlin.”

“Where the hell are you?” Rather than wait for her answer, Luke Falco, her partner, said, “They’ve found something, Devlin. Another body, possibly female. This case is busting wide open. You need to be here. You need to be here now.”

The case. For ten days the investigation into a double homicide had been leading them deeper and deeper into the past and giving them nothing but the occasional fragment of information. Now, suddenly the dozens of scattered pieces were coming together.

She stared at the dead man on the floor. He was one of those pieces.

A new rush of cold, hard reality gushed through her.

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