Something had been up with Sam, Paige noticed, when he called his ex-wife about Jonah spending the night. Sam had tensed, become unusually edgy. Sam hadn't said much about his marriage other than it was in the past, but Paige wondered now, was it completely? Paige didn't think Sam still had feelings for his ex-wife, that wasn't it, but there was a tension between them, a tension that had something to do with their son.

Paige didn't want to pry. She didn't want to overstep. Though Sam knew of her professional history with Thames, he didn't know much about Paige's personal history. They hadn't come to that point. She couldn't let herself think beyond this moment. She was afraid to open her heart a little more to Sam only to hurt when her hope was crushed.

Paige took the take-out boxes out of the bags, then set out plates and utensils. By the time she had everything set up, Sam had finished showering and was coming down the stairs. She called Jonah and Ivy.

Later, after the dishes had been cleared and when Jonah and Ivy were settled in for the night, Paige and Sam went out to the back deck. The moon was full, casting a soft shimmer over the trees and bushes. It was a warm night.

Sam came up behind her. He wrapped both arms around her, over her own arms. He held her against his chest. They stood like that while the cicadas chirped. Somewhere an owl hooted.

"It's so beautiful here," Paige said.

"Yeah. Open." Sam's body tensed. "I have a problem with small, tight places."

It struck her again that the house and cleared land appeared carved out of the woods, and, yeah, though Sam's place was isolated and hidden, there was a feeling of openness. She was about to turn to him, but his hold on her tightened a bit, holding her in place.

"You already know I'm not from Kirk," Sam said. "I told you I grew up outside of Detroit." Sam brought his mouth down to brush against her hair. Against her temple, he said quietly, "When I was a kid, I used to look out my window up at the moon and wonder if it looked the same to everyone else." Sam drew in a deep breath. "But it wasn't a child's game to me. The reason I wondered that was because I thought the moon had to look different to me, living in the house I did." His muscles tensed further. "I believed it couldn't look the same even to the people who lived next door, in a house with a dog and regular meals and a mother who hadn't walked out leaving behind two young sons with a father who got drunk most nights, beat the s.h.i.t out of them, then locked them in a closet. You asked me about the tat on my back. My father did that one night. I was Jonah's age. He used his hunting knife to carve the bars, then filled it in. He did some time. It was something he learned how to do in prison from other inmates."

Paige wasn't the only one with scars from her past. She shifted to turn to him, and this time he let her. In the moonlight, she could see his features pulled taut. Tears filled her eyes for the little boy he'd been, searching for answers in the moon. "I'm so sorry for all you went through."

Sam met her gaze. "It's in the past. I left it there." He brought his hands up and held her face between his large palms. "I thought I'd left it there. Before tonight, before you, I never told anyone. Even Ginny. It was never important that I tell Ginny where I came from. It's become important that I tell you. It's become important that you know me, all of me."

Paige stared up at Sam and felt her heart open wide for him. She'd tried so hard to keep herself from loving him, to hold that part of herself back, but she couldn't hold back any longer.

Sam kissed her. Softly, almost reverently, his lips moved over her eyelids, her nose, her mouth. Then he slid his fingers into her hair, holding her tighter, and deepened the kiss. Gone was the softness. It became wild, carnal, a clash of teeth and tongues. Paige was right there with him. Sam's hands moved again. Without breaking the kiss, he gripped her hips and lifted her off her feet. She wrapped her legs around his waist. Carrying her like that, he walked with her to a recliner in one corner of the deck, then set her down gently on the thick cushion. Paige had the fleeting thought that they were now out of the glow of the moon and in deep shadow, not that there was anyone out there to see them anyway.

Sam came down on the recliner with her, moving on top of her but keeping his weight off of her. She could feel his urgency to be inside her. She felt that same urgency. Her skin was alive with it. When he began to undress, she helped him.

Without undoing the b.u.t.tons, he pulled his shirt over his head, making his hard, thick muscles ripple. She lowered his zipper. But even working together, getting skin-to-skin was taking too long.

She was wearing a lightweight dress. Sam tore it. Underneath was a sheer bra, and if not for the front clasp that opened at Sam's first touch, she would have torn it off herself.

Sam went still. The fire in his eyes showed how desperately he wanted her, but he didn't move. "Are your ribs okay? I don't want to hurt you."

"I'm okay."

Sam gently kissed her ribs.

The night air was cool on her bare skin. Sam moved up from her ribs, and his hot tongue closed over her breast. He kissed her and tongued her nipple. She moaned.

He licked lower, tracing a wet path down her now overheated flesh. He bunched her panties in a fist and, with one twist, ripped them. He separated her legs, then his mouth was on her.

Paige dug her fingers into his scalp. She was gasping, fighting for every breath. She wanted her next breath to be his breath. She clutched his thick hair and pulled him up to her.

She inhaled his air and gave him hers. She sucked his tongue and used her mouth in ways that made him pant and shake. Sam's jeans were still on, but now down below his a.s.s, and she could feel him against her leg, thick and hard and pulsing.

Sam pushed into her. Paige raised her hips, matching him thrust for thrust and pulling him deeper.

Sam picked up the pace. Her muscles tightened. She felt Sam tense as well. She shouted her release into his mouth and absorbed his long, harsh groan into her own.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN.

Sam shifted and rolled so he was on his back on the recliner with Paige on top of him.

Beneath her cheek, she felt his heart beating. Paige closed her eyes, counting each one of his treasured heartbeats. He couldn't know how much he'd come to mean to her. She didn't fully know herself. All she knew was that every one of her heartbeats was now tangled up with his.

They were damp with sweat and sticky from their lovemaking. The cool air now left a chill everywhere it touched.

Sam's arms came around her. "You're cold. Let's go inside."

She couldn't go inside, not yet. She couldn't be face-to-face with him. She had things to say, and if they were face-to-face, she would lose her nerve. He'd given her a precious gift tonight when he'd told her about himself, one she wasn't worthy of. "You don't want to know all of me," she began, using some of the same words he had.

He sifted his fingers gently through her hair. "You're wrong, because everything you were has made you the woman you are. I want to know all of you, but I'm not asking for that. You aren't ready to share it all with me. That's okay. It can wait. I can wait until you're ready."

His words were so full of caring and understanding that her heart tore in two. She couldn't go on lying to him. He deserved the truth. "I know you don't expect reciprocity. This isn't about that. It's about you deserving to know the person you're fighting for. My past isn't like yours. I'm not like you, a boy who came out of h.e.l.l and became a good, strong man. I came from good people, and at every turn, I made choices that drove them away." Paige told Sam about rebelling against her parents, rejecting them and throwing everything they stood for back at them. "I couldn't stand what I considered their simple lives. I wanted more. I wanted to be greater. I wanted glory." She told Sam she'd left home at seventeen to go her own way. "Those choices brought me to where I am today, hunted by a serial killer. I caused this with Thames. I wanted to be the one to bring him in, to take him down. It had to be me. I wouldn't settle for anything less. Everything that's happened with Thames is my fault. I put myself in his path."

Sam's hand stilled in her hair. "I can hear you believe that."

"Because it's the truth."

"No. The one responsible is Thames. For what you've gone through, what you've endured. Hearing how your boss, Lewis, abandoned you to fight Thames on your own-it makes me sick." Sam's grip tightened in her hair. "Somehow, you have it all mixed up in your head that you got what's coming to you with Thames, but you didn't ask for this. The choices you say you made as a kid and as an adult didn't conjure up Thames."

"I'm sorry, Sam. I'm so sorry to bring all this trouble to you."

Sam lifted her head, forcing her to look at him. "What did you think, that telling me this would drive me away, too?" His mouth went flat and he said simply, "Because if you did, you were wrong."

Paige's mouth trembled. His response came so easily. How? Tears spilled from her eyes, and she burrowed into him. "You terrify me, Sam. You make me ache, make me want what I can't have."

Sam's hand came up to cradle the back of her head, and he held her against him. "You're safe with me, I swear it."

On Monday, Paige interviewed Janet Lambert's closest friend, Lorraine Dunne. Paige questioned Dunne at length about Janet's life. Dunne was forthcoming and cooperative, wanting to find who had killed her friend, but bottom line, the woman said nothing that advanced their investigation. Again, they'd hit a brick wall.

Sam was presently at the courthouse. The case he had been preparing for had come to trial. He had been worried about Paige being without a partner and had paired her with Harry and Dom for the afternoon. They'd arrived in their own vehicle, and Paige had met them here at the Dunnes' residence.

Harry and Dom walked alongside her as they proceeded down the Dunnes' magnificent front walkway. A warm breeze carried the sweet scent of the tall flowers that grew on both sides of the cobblestone beneath Paige's feet, but other than the sound of her heels striking the stone, all was quiet. Paige's cell phone rang, sounding like a gong.

Sam, no doubt, checking in to find out how she had made out. He had timed his call perfectly.

Paige turned to Harry and Dom. "Go ahead. I'll catch up." She hung back as the two men disappeared down the long driveway. Paige took the call without glancing at the screen. "Sam, I just finished-"

The silence on the other end of the line made Paige stop on the way to her van. "Who is this?"

"My apologies, Agent Carson. I haven't identified myself."

The man gave a false little laugh. Paige knew that voice. Her blood ran cold. Thames.

Paige's hand went to her Glock on her hip. She looked around wildly. She couldn't see anyone else on the walkway or at the top of the driveway. Where was he? She drew her weapon and began a sweep of her surroundings.

Sam had ordered a trace on her phone. They didn't expect much from it. Thames was likely calling from a burner phone. But Paige wouldn't make that a.s.sumption. Her skin was pulsing with nerves and fear. As much as she wanted to end the call, she would keep him talking for as long as she could. "What do you want?"

"Agent Carson, you wound me when I've called to inquire about your good health. How are you? You've been working very hard on the murder of Mrs. Lambert."

Paige went still. "What do you know about the Lambert murder?"

His voice became hard now, arrogant. "I thought the postcard was a nice touch."

Paige closed her eyes. No doubt remained. Thames had murdered Janet Lambert. While Paige was taking that in, Thames spoke again.

"Your sister is truly lovely, isn't she?" he said softly.

Paige sucked in a breath. "Stay away from my sister."

"Do you know where your sister is at this moment?" He paused. "I do."

The phone went dead. Paige was sweating, shaking. "Thames. Thames!"

Ivy. Paige called Ivy, but the call went to voicemail. Paige hit Redial as she dug into her purse for the keys to the van. Pick up, pick up, pick up . . . Voicemail again.

Ivy was in school, in cla.s.s, and couldn't answer her phone. Riley was watching the school. Paige scrolled through the numbers in her phone, then called him. He reported that he hadn't seen Ivy since Paige had dropped her off at school that morning.

Paige called the school next. When the admin answered the call, Paige identified herself, then said, "I need to speak with my sister right away."

Paige was already in the van when the woman came back on the line. "Agent Carson? Ivy isn't in cla.s.s."

For an instant, Paige couldn't breathe. Her system felt as if it were shutting down. No. No. "I'm on my way to the school. Find her."

Paige tried to call Sam, but the call also went to voicemail. He was probably still in court. She left a message for him to call her. Paige called Harry and Dom, who were parked a short distance away on the street, waiting for her, and told them about Thames's call. They followed her to the school. Riley met them in the parking lot. Paige wanted to rail at Riley, but he had only been doing as Paige asked. If anything happened to Ivy, it would be Paige's fault.

When Paige, Harry, Dom, and Riley entered the school, Ivy's homeroom teacher and the princ.i.p.al were waiting for them in the front office.

"I've checked her schedule." The teacher adjusted her gla.s.ses. "It appears that Ivy didn't attend any of her cla.s.ses after lunch."

Paige's stomach clenched. "Lunch was two hours ago. Didn't that strike anyone as strange?"

"Agent Carson, if I may?" The princ.i.p.al held up a placating hand. "Students don't always attend a full day of cla.s.s."

Paige didn't have time to discuss students skipping school. Ivy had never done that before. "When was the last time she was seen, and where?"

The teacher consulted a piece of paper in her hand. "That would be in Mrs. Dunletson's math cla.s.s. After that, Ivy had lunch period. One of her friends may know where she went. Who is she closest to here?"

Paige was saddened and ashamed to admit she didn't know if Ivy had befriended anyone. Now wasn't the time for her pride. "I don't know. Is there anyone you know of that she hangs out with at school?"

The princ.i.p.al and the teacher exchanged a look. The teacher said, "Well, there is a boy. They've recently begun sitting together during homeroom. Chad Slater."

Paige faced the princ.i.p.al. "Check to see if he's in cla.s.s."

The princ.i.p.al gave the instruction to the middle-aged administrative a.s.sistant. A moment later, Paige learned that Chad was not in his cla.s.s, either.

"I need Chad's home address, and I need to question his friends." Paige had to find out if he and Ivy had made plans to go somewhere today. If she wasn't in school, Ivy was vulnerable to Thames.

Again the teacher supplied a name, this time of a boy who was a longtime friend of Chad's. Paige glanced at her watch, painfully aware of time ticking. A few moments later, a gangly boy with severe acne lumbered into the office. The teacher introduced him as Trevor Galway. Paige fought to keep it together as she asked the boy about Chad's friendship with Ivy.

Trevor looked from Paige to his teacher, then to his princ.i.p.al, and then back to Paige. "This is important," Paige said.

The princ.i.p.al added, "Answer Agent Carson's question, son."

Swallowing nervously, Trevor said, "They were going to watch a local band warm up. They cut through the back of the school."

Paige recalled that all the doors except for the front entrance were kept locked so no one could get into the school. She hadn't thought she'd need to cover the exits. Paige hadn't considered that Ivy would leave the school voluntarily. "Where is the band?"

"Kirk County Park," Trevor said. "The group is playing there tonight, but Chad said Ivy wasn't allowed to go."

Kirk County Park. Where Thames had murdered Janet Lambert. Paige's mouth went dust dry. "How were they getting to the park? Does Chad have a car or access to one?"

"No, ma'am. He won't be old enough to drive until the end of the year. They were going to walk." Trevor's face reddened. "I mean, Chad was going to walk. Ivy was going in her wheel-"

Paige didn't hear the last word. She took off at a run to the van.

At the park, Dom said, "We'll split up and look for her."

Harry and Dom knew that Ivy would be in a wheelchair, but only Harry had met Ivy the night of the attack at Paige's apartment. Dom didn't know what Ivy looked like. Paige dug a photo of her sister out of her wallet and handed it to Dom.

The band hadn't started playing. There were few people around the stage. It was easy to see that Ivy wasn't among those gathered.

Paige's cell phone rang. This time she checked caller ID. "Sam."

"How'd the interview go?" Sam asked.

Ivy had grown closer to Sam while they'd been staying at his house. They'd formed a friendship, one that Ivy didn't have with Paige. Ivy had added Sam's cell phone number to her list of contacts. If Ivy was in trouble but could make a phone call, Paige had to suck up the hurt and consider that Ivy might call Sam instead of Paige. "Have you heard from Ivy?"

"No. Should I have?"

"I don't know." Paige pushed hair back off her forehead. "Sam, I need your help."

"Where are you?"

"I'm at Kirk County Park. I need you to put out an alert on Ivy."

"What?"

She was frazzled and not making sense, and time was wasting. "I need you to tell law enforcement to look for Ivy. I need you to do that now. He called me, Sam. Thames called me. He mentioned Ivy." Paige's voice cracked. "Thames is going after Ivy."