Killer Takes All
Monday, February 28, 2005 1:30 a.m.
New Orleans, Louisiana
Stacy Killian opened her eyes, fully awake. The sound that had awakened her came again.
Pop. Pop.
Gunshots.
She sat up and, in one fluid movement, swung her legs over the side of the bed and went for the Glock .40 that waited in the drawer of her nightstand. Ten years of police work had conditioned her to react to that particular sound without hesitation.
Stacy checked the gun's magazine, crossed to the window and inched aside the drape. The moon illuminated the deserted yard. Several spindly trees, dilapidated swing set, dog pen minus Caesar, her neighbor Cassie's Labrador retriever puppy.
No sound. No movement.
Padding silently on bare feet, Stacy made her way out of the bedroom, into the adjoining study, weapo ... read full excerpt from Killer Takes All ebook