Questioning The Heiress
San Antonio, Texas
Sgt. Egan Caldwell already had four dead bodies on his hands. He sure as hell didn't want a fifth.
"I need a guard in place by the entrance gate. Now!" he ordered into the thumb-size communicator clipped to his collar. And by God, the two rent-a-cops had better be listening and reacting. "Secure the area and await orders. Do not fire. Repeat. Do not fire. If this is our killer, he might have a hostage."
And in this case the hostage would be none other than Caroline Stallings, the Cantara Hills socialite who'd made a frantic call to Egan six minutes earlier. He'd been a Texas Ranger for over four years, and that was more than enough time on the job to have learned that six minutes could be five minutes and fifty-nine seconds too late to save someone from a killer.
With his Sig Sauer Blackwater pistol gripped in his right hand, Egan blinked away the sticky summer rain that was spitting at him, and he zigzagged through the manicured shrubs and trees that lined the eighth of a mile-long cobblestone driveway. He'd parked on the street so the sound of his car engine wouldn't alert anyone that he was there. He tried not to make t ... read full excerpt from Questioning the Heiress ebook
