Kiss Me, Kill Me: A Novel of Suspense (Lucy Kincaid)
KISS THE GIRLS AND MAKE THEM DIE
Lucy Kincaid has firsthand experience dealing with deadly criminal predators, and she’s fully prepared to share her many talents with the FBI. But when her career plans are derailed, her boyfriend, security expert Sean Rogan, asks for help on his latest private investigation. Using her well-honed cyber-hunting skills, Lucy is soon on the trail of a missing teenage girl with a penchant for disappearing—and a shocking secret life.
FBI Agent Suzanne Madeaux is also tracking someone: a serial killer on the loose in New York City. Dubbed by the press the Cinderella Strangler, he cruises seamy underground sex parties, where drug-fueled women make for easy pickings. As Lucy and Sean’s desperate search collides with the FBI’s hunt, Lucy isn’t about to step aside. Haunted by painful memories of her own harrowing encounters with evil, she’s determined to keep any more innocents from meeting the fate she so narrowly escaped. Delving deep into the twisted psyche of a remorseless killer, Lucy must confront her own fears—even if it means risking a future job with the FBI and future happiness with Sean.
Lucy asked, “Does Kirsten want to see Dennis?” “After her surgery. She believes he saved her life, and he may well have.” “Good. Telling Dennis that should help him put this whole mess behind him.” Lucy saw movement on the other side of the leaded, beveled glass door. “I saw someone down the hall, just a shadow through the glass.” Sean rang the bell again, taking a slightly protective stance half a step in front of Lucy. Still, no answer. “Maybe it was a dog,” Lucy said. “A big dog.” “That
arrogance, he was insecure about his relationships. She tilted her head up and kissed him. In front of her friends and family. She was uncomfortable with public displays of affection, but the one small kiss said more than any words could. Noah Armstrong had been standing unobtrusively across the room. Now he walked over and handed Lucy a letter. “Hans wanted to be here to give this to you, but he couldn’t get away.” It was the same type of envelope as the one that had carried her rejection
disappear. I told you it takes at least twenty-four hours to cancel a URL. Ownership is traceable, but whoever owned Party Girl did it through a blind company. I have my staff in California working on it.” Suzanne rubbed her eyes. “Mr. Rogan, I’ll have to ask you to refrain from any investigation into that website. It’s now our domain, and I’m sending everything to our cybercrimes lab at Quantico.” Lucy glanced at Sean. He looked down at the table, biting back a smile. She didn’t think it was
livid about something. She said, “Make sure Panetta knows,” then hung up. “Bad news?” “The fucking press released the news that Wade Barnett is our suspect. No one knew!” She glanced at Sean. “Not me.” She shook her head. “I’ll bet a million bucks it was the manager at Barnett’s apartment building. Mousey little bastard. Just makes my life more difficult. My idea of hell is standing in the middle of a sea of reporters shoving cameras and microphones in my face, wielding little stubby yellow
were a few glasses on the counter in the kitchen, the kitchen chairs weren’t pushed in, and the cushions on the couch weren’t aligned. It didn’t necessarily mean anything. But even through the steady drizzle, Sean could see the Brooklyn Bridge outside the picture windows. There were three bedrooms. One was small and appeared unused. The second had a hastily made bed, the dresser littered with coins and crumpled dollars. Sean went through the items and found a receipt from Abercrombie & Fitch