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"Emile even built a mess of crosses with inscriptions
for the poor women. Said he didn't know how many his dad had killed,
but it had to stop."

John laughed again, the sound crawling inside Jade's
skin like ants to an open wound. She'd bet anything Emile had been the
one to write the inscription: For all Those That Have Gone Before.

In memory of his father's victims. How sad.

"Although, the way I see it, you owe me. I'm
pretty sure Emile changed his mind about things. That he was looking
to snatch one of the team members for himself." John sniggered.
"Oh, he never said anything directly, but you could tell that something
was bugging him. I bet the idea wouldn't leave him alone. It's not like
he had a wife." John continued, his voice brutally cold and confident.
"I'd seen what Peppe had built, too. Had a little talk with him
myself. Scared the pants off him. He was pretty easy to control from
then on until the dementia really started. Who knew what he might have
said."

He motioned behind him. "I don't have to worry
anymore. That crazy Peppe was stalking Jade too. I took care of that."
He shrugged. "He just cemented my decision to kidnap her. Now,
I have the perfect place to pick up where he left off."

"You mean Peppe's little dungeon in the root
cellar? Well, the police are there right now."

John's face mottled as rage filled him. "Fucking
assholes. That's where I was going to take
her.
It's a perfect hidey hole."

Jade gasped. That
had
been his intention. She refocused on the manacle's lock.
She tried to keep one eye on the conversation and that damn gun and
the other eye on her ankle and lock. She couldn't see Bruce, but he
had to know what was going on. What was he doing? And thank God John
hadn't noticed him.

"It's a crime scene now." Dane's hard voice
left no doubts.

John's color receded as he considered the problem.
"I'll keep her here then. When they're done, I'll put it back in
order." He shrugged. "No problem." He sneered and studied
his older brother. "I'd planned on taking you out eventually. But
I wanted you to suffer first. That's why I took Jade. I hadn't planned
on it. But you were so happy. So delighted at the unexpected turn in
your life.

"Mine was shit and once again, you were going
to come out with the gold. No point in you having all that money –
or her – when it could be mine. Poor timing though to kill you so
soon after the other deaths." He brightened, "Unless I can
make it look like you killed them."

Click
. Jade stilled in shock. Dane shifted to stand in front
of her, giving her more cover. She slipped her hand into Dane's and
stood beside him, finally with the manacle unlocked, but still in place.

Dane's hand latched onto her. He tucked her further
behind him.

"Aww. Isn't that so cute?"

Jade cringed at the mockery in John's voice. She leaned
her head against Dane's broad back. Her breath caught. They needed a
distraction… Something to give Dane and Bruce an advantage. Dane couldn't
outrun a bullet. But John would have a hard time fighting them both
off.

"Shut up. Why did you have to pick on Jade anyway?
Surely, you knew I wouldn't rest until I found her?" He tensed.
Jade recognized his change in stance, just not the reason for it. She
peeked around his shoulder. He squeezed her hand tightly, then released
it. She accepted the warning and took a second, more cautious look.

Bruce stood in the shadows, a large chunk of broken
wood in his hand.

"And you'd have suffered for it every day."
John grinned.

"You hate me so much? Why? I don't understand.
I gave so much to you. Helped you out so many times. I was always there
for you. Always." Jade stroked Dane's back, offering him that support
at least. He sounded so disbelieving, so heartbroken. So hurt.

"And that's because, in your mind, I always needed
your assistance. My big brother bailing me out again. Pathetic. I don't
need you to come 'fix' me. Or make my problems disappear."

Bruce approached, the block of wood ready.

"You're the one that asked me to stay here. To
help you rebuild."

"Yeah, I needed more money. And time to figure
a way out. Money buys anything here." He lifted the gun higher
as an example. "Your life has been too damn easy. Besides, having
you here made it so much easier for me to do what I needed to do, and
act the way I needed to act. After all, that's the way I always am around
you anyway. You're the big man. The good man. I'm the weak younger brother.
And because of that you made the perfect alibi too. Bet you told everyone,
'My brother, John, would never hurt anyone. Life has been hard on him,
but he's a good man.'"

Jade buried her face against his shoulder. Oh God,
Dane had said almost that exact same thing to her. She didn't want to
see what was coming next.

Dane, his voice weary and sad, said, "You could
have asked. I'd have given you what you needed."

"Yes, and I'd have accepted and hated you even—"

A heavy thump cut his words off without a sound. John
bent over and gasped. "God damned son of a bitch."

Jade stuffed her fist to her mouth to stop the scream
from escaping as Dane headed for his brother. But John came up in a
lunge and decked Bruce. Bruce's head snapped to one side and he went
down – hard. John spun around as if realizing the window he'd opened.

Too late.

Dane sprang across the last few feet, hitting his
brother in the chest. They both went down in a flurry of arms and legs
as they fought for control. The gun went skittering across the floor.
Jade kicked free of the manacle and raced after the gun, trying to keep
a wary eye on the two men.

She picked up the gun and pointed it at the men. Only
Dane was sitting on his brother, one hand at his throat, the other,
with its fist, wailing into John's face.

Bruce groaned. Jade raced over and bent down to him.
"Easy Bruce. John hit you hard."

He opened his eyes, took a moment to register what
had happened, then came off the ground with fire in his eyes.

Jade turned to see Dane land one last blow to John's
jaw. John slumped to the ground.

It was over.

"Damn it," Bruce bellowed. "I wanted
to get a good one in."

Dane sat back on his heels, still straddling his brother,
and gasping for air. "Sorry, I gave it to him for you. And Jade.
And Tasha. Elise. And Celia." He glared down at John as he stood
up. Taking a step away, he added, "So many lives lost. So many
more ruined."

Dane turned to look at Jade. He opened his arms. She
raced to bury her face against his chest and squeezed him tight. Dane
held her close against his heart. Fearing it wasn't over, she peered
around Dane's shoulder at John's crumpled body. John wasn't moving.

Sirens whistled from far away. Bruce bent down to
check on John's pulse. "He's alive."

"Too bad. What an asshole." Jade reared
back to look up into Dane's eyes. "I'm sorry, Dane. I'm not feeling
very generous toward your brother at the moment."

He tucked her close again him. "Neither am I.
Neither am I."

She turned to face Bruce. "Bruce, who or what
is back there?"

He looked at her confusion. She pointed in the back
corner. He dropped the wood to the floor before running his fingers
through his short hair. "I think it's Peppe."

The color drained from her face. "Oh, God!"

Bruce smiled sadly. "Looks like John was on a
house-cleaning mission."

Jade shuddered and burrowed deeper into Dane's arms.
"Thank God, it's over – before he got around to you."

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Three weeks later

At the sound of the truck arriving, Jade walked out
of the lab trailer, a big smile on her face.
Dane.
She checked the time on her new cell phone, a gift from
the team. On time. She laughed and waved.

"You two are almost too much, you know that?"
Meg stood at Jade's shoulder shaking her head.

Jade laughed enjoying the great friendships she'd
developed with the team. They'd become like a real family, with bonds
that wouldn't break. "Great, isn't it?"

"I'm jealous." Meg admitted. "We've
only got about two weeks left. And I miss my Eddie Maybe I should have
him fly over for a hot weekend, too."

Dane exited the truck, a grin on his face as he walked
toward them. "I heard that. Take him on a cruise. That's where
we're headed as soon as you guys are done here. I can't wait."

"You need the break," Jade murmured, walking
into his arms. "How was the meeting?"

"Good and bad. I barely recognized John. This
last three weeks hasn't been easy on him." He sighed, the rumble
rolling up from deep down. "The extradition process is going ahead."
He dropped his head to rest against the top of Jade's. "I spoke
to one lawyer who said the U.S. wants to try him for the murders of
Celia and Elise. Plus they are going back through John's history to
see if there could be other victims."

She closed her eyes at the pain in his voice. What
a mess the last few weeks had been. Dane had had it the hardest. She
still had nightmares, only they were less disturbing. Dane had them
too. Although she hadn't let him know she'd watched him twist in torment
while he slept.

"I'm sorry," she said.

He tightened his arms then released her, keeping one
around her shoulder as he smiled at Meg. "How's it going here?"

Meg smiled. "It's great. We've found the mother
and daughter we've been looking for. The DNA results came in today for
them. Just waiting for the father's DNA to match up then those three
can go home where they belong."

"Wow." Dane smiled down at Jade. "That's
excellent. I guess that means you'll be able to relax a little when
Duncan gets here next week?"

She laughed. "Maybe."

When Duncan had heard the story he'd freaked on the
phone and wanted to come over right away. It had taken a lot to convince
him to hold off. Now his visit would be a joy. She couldn't wait to
see him.

Jade leaned away a little. "Also, the police
have a tentative ID on two of the prisoner women from the grave. But,
as in John's case, it's important to find all of Peppe's victims. To
find them, identify them and bring them home."

Tony had pitched a fit over identifying
Peppe's victims, but he underestimated the wealthy business owner who
had been horrified and had quickly offered financial support to see
the job done right.

Thank heavens.

"Home and family is important. So is friendship.
And love." Dane's smile turned intimate, turning Jade's insides
to mush.

This trip had done so much for her. For all its horrors
and violence, there'd been many good things happen. She was being held
by one of them. She'd survived. Not only survived but thrived.

In fact, by now, she was pretty sure she could get
through anything.

That's what she called progress.

About the author:

Dale
Mayer is a researcher, technical writer, ghostwriter, and author living
in the beautiful Okanagan valley in British Columbia, Canada. She has
several business books published on Mortgages, Resume Writing, and Companion
Gardening – as a complement to those books, she has created
The Essential Series encompassing topics in Careers, with future books
in this series planned in the areas of Gardening, Finance, and Lifestyle.

In
fiction, she writes taut psychological suspense with romance and paranormal
elements. In YA she writes both mystery and urban fantasy books with
the occasional vampire book thrown in just for fun.

 

Published
Young Adult books include:

Vampire
in Denial

Vampire
in Distress

Dangerous Designs

Deadly Design October 2012)

In
Cassie's Corner

Gem
Stone Mystery
(October 2012)

 

Psychic Vision Series

Tuesday's
Child

Hide'n
Go Seek

Maddy's
Floor

Garden
of Sorrow
(October 2012)

 

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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

Touched By Death wouldn’t have been possible without the support of my friends and family. Many hands helped with proofreading, editing, and beta reading to make this book come together. Special thanks to Pat Thomas, my editor. I had a vision, but it took many people to make that vision real.
I thank you all.

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