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“Not necessarily. Most folks in these parts are armed,” Eric said. “I promise you—anyone who comes after me is going to get a bullet between the eyes.”

“Easy to say.” The man lowered his voice. “But have you ever killed a man?”

Amarok couldn’t help leaning forward to get a better look at the stranger’s face. He didn’t like his tone, or his bravado, either. He also didn’t see why someone from outside the area would have such a strong opinion on Hanover House. Why did this jerk care so much?

“Of course I haven’t killed a man,” Eric said. “But only because I’ve never had to.”

“It takes a certain kind of person,” the guy responded.

“Anyone can kill,” Eric argued.

“No way. You’ll never see it coming. These are hardened murderers we’re talking about, people who delight in fear and degradation and pain. There won’t be a damn thing you or anyone else can do, least of all Evelyn Talbot. It’s not as if she’s like some animal trainer who’ll have a special rapport with the men she counsels. She’ll probably be the first to take it in the ass and then have her head lopped off.”

Eric finished his water. “If one escapes, the police will catch up with him eventually.”

“What police? From what I hear, you have only one state trooper in the area—and he isn’t even thirty years old.”

Eric must’ve seen Amarok walk into the diner, because he turned and glanced down the bar with a “
I
didn’t say that,” kind of look. Eric was familiar with him, but the stranger would have no way of knowing
he
was that state trooper. It was Sunday morning, so he wasn’t in uniform.

“Sergeant Amarok’s all right,” Eric told the guy. “Believe me, what he doesn’t have in age, he makes up for in ability. He’s been an Alaskan State Trooper for at least eight years, and he’s done a damn fine job of it so far.”

“A damn fine job of handing out citations for hunting or fishing in the wrong places?” the stranger said. “Or removing animal carcasses from the road?”

Eric cleared his throat. “Maybe you didn’t notice me look that way a second ago.” Or he didn’t care. That was the impression Amarok got. “But that trooper you mentioned? He’s sitting right there. And he just heard you.”

The stranger leaned forward and met Amarok’s gaze, but instead of acting embarrassed or apologetic, he grinned with an insolence that made Amarok want to punch him in the face.

“I was just stating my opinion. That’s not a crime, is it, Sergeant?” he called down.

“No, it’s not a crime at all,” Amarok responded. “What brings you to town?”

“Oh boy. Now he wants to know what I’m doing here, which means I’ve gotten on his bad side.” The stranger’s smile widened, as if he was enjoying this exchange. “I’d better be careful not to speed or run a stop sign.”

Eric tossed his new “friend” a grimace. “Sorry, Amarok,” he said as he laid some bills on the counter. “I barely met this dude, didn’t realize he was such a prick,” he said and walked out.

The guy’s smile didn’t waver despite Eric’s words. “Oh no. Now I’ve also offended a friend of yours.”

“He merely stated his opinion,” Amarok said. “That’s not a crime, remember?”

Sandy had started toward them with the coffee pot but, hearing what was going on, she froze. “Excuse me, but we’re
all
friends of Amarok’s,” she said. “So I’d be careful what you say about him.”

Laughing softly, the guy came to his feet. “This place is
great
.”

After he paid his bill and left, Amarok got up to watch him climb into his car. It was a nondescript, white sedan—a rental car.

Sandy came around the counter to stand next to him.

“Have you ever seen that guy before?” Amarok asked her.

“No. Never.”

“Then you don’t know his name.”

“Actually, I do. Said his name was John. He was flirting with me before you came in. Told me he likes brunettes.”

Sandy was only nineteen. “He’s a bit older than you, isn’t he?” Amarok felt a bit hypocritical pointing that out after protesting the age difference between him and Evelyn, but this was a much wider gap.

“By like twenty years!” she said. “He seems to think a girl like me, stuck out in ‘the middle of nowhere,’ as he put it, should be happy to catch the attention of a guy like him.”

“You didn’t accept his offer?”

“No. He’s...I don’t know. Disrespectful. I’m not interested.”

Amarok rested his hands on his hips as “John” paused to wave before pulling out of the lot. “Did he happen to mention his last name?”

“No, but he said if I wanted to have a good time, I could stop by the motel tonight, so that must be where he’s staying.”

“Good information to have,” Amarok said. That meant Margaret Seaver down at The Shady Lady would be able to provide a full name and possibly a home address.

As soon as Amarok arrived at his trooper station, he called Margaret and got the information he wanted. Then he ran it through his computer. If John Hanson was hitting up innocent young girls like Sandy and weighing in on local matters, matters that shouldn’t concern him, Amarok figured it might be worth checking to see if he had any outstanding warrants.

But his record was clean. He didn’t even have any citations.

“Too bad,” Amarok muttered. It would’ve been an absolute pleasure to arrest him.

***

A security guard came out to meet Jasper almost as soon as he parked in the as yet unpaved lot at Hanover House. It hadn’t been hard to find the construction site. When he’d asked what the place looked like, several people had explained how to get to it, and no one seemed to find the fact that he’d be interested odd. Probably because Evelyn’s pet project had received so much outside interest already—from job applicants to activists to journalists. On top of that, almost everyone in town was talking about the prison and the vandalism that had occurred recently, so it was top of mind.

Jasper wondered how Evelyn had taken the news that not everyone here would welcome her with open arms. Had that come as a surprise? Or had she already known she wasn’t a popular figure?

Did she even care?

Yes. The girl he’d known would care. That was what had fascinated him so much. She cared about everything.

“Excuse me, sir!” The guard was almost jogging in his hurry to reach Jasper. “This is a construction site. It’s not yet open to the public. I’m afraid I’ll have to ask you to leave.”

The red-nosed man seemed a bit over-zealous about his job. But he was also twitchy, nervous. Or maybe he wasn’t nervous so much as he was a drinker, Jasper decided. That made him an odd choice for a security guard, but Jasper supposed he shouldn’t be surprised by anything he found out here. The people in Alaska did things a little differently—not to mention there weren’t a lot of people in the labor pool to choose from, so maybe whoever had hired him hadn’t had much choice.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to alarm you,” he said. “Is Dr. Talbot around?”

The guard drew himself up short and calmed down when Jasper pretended to have a legitimate reason to be there. “No, sir. I’m afraid she’s not.” He lifted a hand to protect his eyes from the sun. “Was she...was she supposed to meet you here?”

“No. I was just hoping that I might be able to catch her.” He smiled with confidence. He hadn’t expected to encounter a guard, but once he’d seen that someone with a radio had been posted to look out for the development, he couldn’t turn around and leave. That would only make his actions more suspicious.

“She was here earlier,” the man said. “But she’s gone back to her place now. She can’t work without internet service, and there’s nothing like that out here quite yet.”

“Of course not.” He stood back to stare up at the building. “Would you look at this place?” he said and part of him was sincere in his admiration. How had the broken girl, the girl he’d left on the dirt floor of that shack with blood pouring from her neck, managed not only to recover but thrive? To bring such a major project to pass?

“It’s going to be something,” the man agreed.

“It should definitely prove interesting.”

The way the guard hooked his thumbs in his pants and stood in a slouch gave Jasper the impression he no longer felt threatened. “Are you one of the psychologists who’ll be working with Dr. Talbot?”

“No, I’m a writer. I’ve read about this place, think I might like to include a bit about it in a book I’m doing on advancements in the criminal justice world. But I haven’t yet decided if I’d really call this an ‘advancement.’”

The red-nosed man rubbed his face. Then he said, “Because...”

“I’m not quite as convinced as Dr. Talbot is that there’s anything anyone can do to curb a man’s lust for killing.”

The guy blinked in surprise. “Why not?”

“Because everyone’s so different. Generalities cause problems whenever they are applied to humans. What may be true about some psychopaths might not be true about others.”

“I-I wouldn’t know about that,” he said.

Convinced that he’d already established a rapport, Jasper studied him. “What’s your name?”

“Mason Thornton. And you are?”

“John Hanson. From Texas, most recently.”

“It’s nice to meet you, sir.” The guard accepted his hand and shook it rigorously. “I’m sure Dr. Talbot will be sorry she missed you.”

“It’s not as if we had an appointment,” he said. “I wanted to do a bit of research before contacting Dr. Talbot. But I’m definitely interested enough to speak with her now. Maybe I’ll go by her place—if I can find it.” He gestured toward the road that’d brought him here. “I know I go out and turn toward Hilltop. Then I make a left at the first road—”

“No, that’d be a right,” Mason Thornton corrected. “You go down to the bottom of the hill on Greenscape, make a left on Edison and then, after about five miles, take a right by the big water tower, where you’ll find a little street called Great Basin. Turn left there. Her house is the fourth one you’ll come across.”

“That’s it. I guess I got turned around.” He smiled pleasantly. “But I’m sure I can find it now. Thank you so much for your help.”

“It was my pleasure,” Thornton said, and Jasper waved as he walked back to his car.

This was going to be too easy.

Chapter 11

Evelyn admitted she
wanted
to sleep with him. That was the part that drove Amarok crazy. She wanted him—and he wanted her. So it seemed as if they should be able to overcome all the rest, no matter what stood between them.

“Dammit,” he muttered as he wandered listlessly around his house. It was getting late. He should go to bed. Tomorrow would be the start of another work week. But instead of heading down the hall and peeling off his clothes, he kept eyeing his keys and thinking about the beautiful psychiatrist who was staying for only a short time on the other side of town.

She’d let him get a lot closer to her than anyone else, maybe since Jasper. He liked that she trusted him that much. He also liked the rather shy way she’d let him take her hand before they drove over to get that burger.

But would what they felt go anywhere?

He couldn’t remember another woman ever getting under his skin quite like this.

Of course, he’d never met anyone quite like Evelyn Talbot. As much as he disagreed with the risks she took, he had to admit that she was something special, a woman unlike any other.

When his phone rang, he hurried over to grab it, but it wasn’t her. Caller ID showed his father’s number.

Amarok wasn’t eager to talk to Hank. Typically, they got along well. Amarok even liked his stepmother, Joanne, who was a fairly recent addition to his father’s life. But the three of them were in the middle of a disagreement over how he should handle his real mother.

Amarok would’ve let it go to voicemail, except he figured it would give him something to think about besides Evelyn, and that seemed kind of important at the moment. “’Lo?”

“What’s going on?” Hank asked.

“Not a lot.”

“Prison finished yet?”

“No, and it won’t be for a couple of months.” He considered telling his father about the vandalism. Hank wasn’t the type to blab about it to anyone. Since he’d moved to Anchorage almost as soon as Amarok had become an Alaskan State Trooper, he wasn’t all that invested in Hilltop. But Amarok didn’t care to talk about anything that reminded him of Evelyn. The idea behind accepting this call was to forget about her for a while.

“Are you still angry it’s there?” Hank asked.

“I’m not excited about it.” Just the woman behind it...

“So...have you decided?”

Amarok could tell by the tone of Hank’s voice that he was changing the topic. “I gave you my answer when we talked last time, Dad.”

“I was hoping you’d change your mind.”

“No.”

“Come on, Amarok. Your mother’s specifically requested that you be there, and she’s not getting any younger. What’s the point of holding a grudge? It’s time to forgive her.”

Just last week his twin brother, Jason, had called from where he lived in Seattle to say the same thing. “She left me, Dad. She dropped me off at a friend’s house, took my brother and moved to Seattle without even telling us. I can’t believe
you’r
e the one who’s asking me to forgive her.”

“She wasn’t happy in Alaska. And since I didn’t have the money to go after her, I was just glad she didn’t take both of you.”

He sank onto one of the chairs at his kitchen table. “She could’ve called me occasionally. Remained part of my life. But she didn’t. She’s the one who cut contact, not me.”

“But don’t you see? That was something else I was grateful for. I didn’t want you begging me to leave Hilltop too—to go to your mother and brother.”

“So you didn’t tell me I had a brother? You let me be blindsided when Jason called me on our eighteenth birthday?”

The phone went silent. Then his father sighed audibly. “I’m sorry for that. I’ve apologized before. I figured what you didn’t know wouldn’t hurt you.”

“Dad, I love it here. It’s in my blood. I’ll never leave.”

“I understand that now. I wasn’t as sure of it then.”