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Watch Me (Last Stand #3)
Author: Brenda Novak

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The belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary: men alone are quite capable of every wickedness.

—Joseph Conrad

Was he gone?

Sheridan Kohl lay in a heap on the ground, her clothes, her cheek, the entire left side of her body, wet from the moist earth. The taste of her own blood sat bitter on her tongue, but the fecund smell of the thick vegetation growing all around reminded her of her childhood. She’d grown up in eastern Tennessee, in the small town of Whiterock.

Not that this was the kind of homecoming she’d expected.

The scrape of a shovel let her know the man who’d attacked her was still close. So close she dared not move or even whimper.

After a few turns of his spade, his breathing grew labored, and she heard him grunt every so often.

Scrape…plop. Scrape…plop. The digging obviously wasn’t easy, but it was rhythmic enough to tell her it was progressing. Although he wasn’t particularly tall, he was strong; she knew that already. Even after she’d managed to get free of the rope that had bound her wrists, she hadn’t been able to fend him off. Her determination to fight had only made him angrier, more violent. She was sure he would’ve killed her if she hadn’t gone limp.

She gingerly explored her top lip. It was split, but that was probably the least of her injuries. Unless she angled her head just right, blood rolled down her throat, choking her. She could barely open one of her eyes. And his fierce blows to her head had left her dazed, unable to think coherently. On some level, she knew she needed to get up and run now that he’d turned his attention elsewhere. But she couldn’t stand, let alone make a dash for freedom. It was painful just to breathe.

The promise of complete darkness and total silence hovered at the edge of her consciousness. She longed to embrace it, to drift away and leave her broken body behind. But her best friend seemed to be standing at her shoulder, shouting: Get up, damn you! Don’t allow this, Sher. Gain the upper hand no matter what you have to do. Fight for your life! For a moment, Sheridan even wondered if she was sitting in one of Skye’s self-defense classes back at the victims’ charity they’d started five years ago.

But then she felt the rain, lightly sprinkling her parted lips, forehead, eyelashes. She was in the forest in the middle of the night, alone with a man wearing a ski mask.

And he was digging her grave.

The dogs, barking and jumping against the chain-link fence, woke Cain Granger from a deep sleep. He told himself it was probably just another raccoon or possum, and rolled over to go back to sleep. But when the racket didn’t stop, he realized it could also be a bear. He’d spotted a couple of black bears in the area the week before; they seemed to be foraging closer and closer to the house.

“I’m coming,” he grumbled. Forcing himself to get out of bed, he yanked on a pair of jeans and some work boots. It was the height of summer—too hot and sultry to bother with any more clothes, even in the mountains. A bear would have no opinion on how he was dressed. But by the time he’d grabbed his tranquilizer gun and reached the dogs’ pen, he didn’t see a bear or anything else, at least not in the immediate vicinity.

“Quiet down!”

The dogs stopped barking, but they didn’t come toward him. All three coonhounds stood rigid as statues, sniffing the air and pointing with their noses, as if they were tracking.

Cain frowned at this odd behavior, but he was too tired to do much about it. If the bear wasn’t close enough to cause any harm, he didn’t care to mess with it. Drugging and transporting such a large animal was a major feat; he knew because he worked for the Tennessee Wildlife Resources Agency, and it was the kind of thing he did for a living. “I’m going back to bed,” he told the dogs and started toward the house, but Koda, his oldest and smartest hound, gave a warning growl that brought Cain up short.

Koda didn’t spook easily….

Instead of returning to the house, Cain opened the gate and all three dogs raced toward him, shimmying and shaking, but not barking because he’d already chastened them for making too much noise. “What’s up?” he asked, patting each of them. They generally loved his attention, reveled in it as long as possible, but tonight they tried to slip between him and the fence so they could head out into the forest.

“Hold on.” He was planning to put them all on leashes, but Koda didn’t want to wait. The black-and-tan bounded to the edge of the clearing, then glanced back for permission and whined.

“If it’s a bear, you’ll get your ass kicked,” Cain told him, but Koda wouldn’t attack a bear. Not on his own. The dogs would corner and hover until he arrived—and hopefully they’d be quick enough to get out of the way if a bear charged them.

He relented with a wave. “Fine,” he said, “do it.”

And that was all it took to send the hounds racing out ahead of him.

Taking a flashlight from the shed, Cain jogged behind them, using the noise they made as a guide.

It wasn’t long before the tenor of their barking changed. They’d found something.

Picking up his pace, he shone the flashlight to avoid obstacles. The moon hung full and bright overhead, but it was beginning to rain, and the extra light helped when he had to weave through the shadowy trees. A lot of stumps, pinecones and broken limbs littered the ground. But there weren’t many people in these mountains. That was why Cain loved them so much.

The dogs grew louder, more excited, as he neared the far corner of his property. Whatever they had was on his land.

He put the tranquilizer rifle to his shoulder, in case he needed it, and came up behind Koda. But they hadn’t cornered a bear. They hadn’t cornered anything threatening at all. From the looks of it, they’d surrounded a life-size doll.

Was this a joke? The boys in town, with whom he occasionally had a few beers, liked to pull pranks….

“Take it easy.” He spoke low in his throat, his tone warning the dogs to calm down and back off. Reluctantly, they inched away—and that was when Cain saw that it wasn’t an inflatable doll or a mannequin or any other inanimate object. It was a woman.

“What the hell?” Whoever she was, she’d been badly beaten. She wasn’t moving, wasn’t responding to the noise and activity around her.

Was she dead?

Cain used his flashlight to search the surrounding trees. He appeared to be alone with the woman, but the existence of a discarded shovel and a partially dug hole a few feet to his right told an unsettling story. Apparently, someone had murdered this woman and brought her out here to bury her.

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