“She needs a shrink.” Maggie’s face was grim.
“After what she’s been through? Wouldn’t you?”
“It’s not just that.”
Maggie held up something in front of his eyes. It was a butcher’s knife, long and sharp, dangling from her fingers. He recognized it. It was his knife, taken from the wooden block in the kitchen.
“Where did you get that?” Stride asked.
“It was under her pillow. It fell when she fought back.”
“Cat had it?” he asked.
“That’s right. Did you know she took it?”
“No, she must have gotten up during the night.”
“She could have killed you with this.”
Stride didn’t say anything. Maggie handed him the knife and he stared at the blade, which had a sharp edge as deadly as a machete. She was right. It would have cut him open and run him through nearly to his spine. If Cat had attacked him, he would be on the floor now, bleeding.
Dying.
“Be careful, boss,” Maggie warned him. “I know you want to help, but you don’t know what’s going on in this girl’s head. She’s dangerous.”
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Contents
PART ONE
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 8
PART TWO
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
PART THREE
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Excerpt from The Cold Nowhere