The Girl Next Door (Shadow Agents 6)
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Enough time to hunt a killer.
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WELL, WELL, WELL...
It seemed that Cooper Marshall was the agent on his trail.
He’d seen Cooper in the crowd outside of Lockwood’s place. He’d known the reporter was going to meet Keith, so figuring out that the police would be called after midnight hadn’t been exactly hard.
He’d watched the scene with interest.
He certainly hadn’t expected to see Cooper Marshall rush through the crowd and go straight to the reporter’s side.
Then to leave with the woman...
Interesting.
Perhaps Gabrielle Harper was more important than he’d originally thought.
He would learn more about her. Then he would determine...was she valuable enough to bring into his game?
Or was she a pawn that could be eliminated?
Chapter
Two
Gabrielle slid under the yellow police tape that blocked the entrance to Keith Lockwood’s apartment. The cops had tried to repair the lock on his door, but their attempt hadn’t been exactly successful.
That lack of success made getting in much easier for her.
She’d waited for night to fall once more. Waited to make sure all the cops had cleared out of the place.
She wasn’t waiting any longer.
Gabrielle tiptoed into the apartment. She didn’t turn on any lights. Lights would be seen from the street below, and she wasn’t about to advertise her B&E stint.
So instead of turning on the overhead lights, Gabrielle pulled out a small flashlight. She crept carefully through the apartment. Her first stop was the desk near the kitchen. She opened the top drawer.
Empty.
The second drawer—
Empty.
The third—
Totally cleaned out.
Her eyes narrowed. There had been a computer on that desk last night. It was gone now, so she’d have to check in with Lane to see if the cops had confiscated it. No doubt, they had. Their tech department would search it and when they were finished, she’d just call in a favor from said tech department and get them to spill their results to her.
She turned away from the desk. There were other places to search.
Like the room where she’d found the body.
Her shoulders squared as she headed down the hallway. The scent of death still hung in the air. She hated that smell.
Her foot pressed down on the wooden floor. The long, low creak made her stiffen, but she kept going.