Mountain Desire (Wild Mountain Men 3)

“You asked after Erin Mills. She was the event planner for the film that was shot here in Cutthroat over the summer and fall.”

“You knew her well then?”

He shrugged. “There are so many people on set. I knew her, of course.”

“Did you ever meet her casually, perhaps for a date?”

He grinned. “Did you see it in the papers? The tabloids?”

I offered him a small smile. “No.”

“Then I didn’t.”

“Surely not everything you do is shared with the press.”

“You got in my house, didn’t you?”

“You let me in,” I countered.

“I try to be a private person, but someone with my… exposure makes it difficult.”

“You didn’t meet Erin then, in secret?”

“No.”

“Not even to offer her a role in one of your films?”

“There are enough talent scouts out there to do that job. Besides, she worked for the film as the event planner.”

“She didn’t want to be in the film instead of behind the scenes? She was pretty. I’d think the camera would have really liked her.”

His eyes narrowed ever so slightly at that.

“Why all these questions about that poor girl?”

“I’m investigating her murder. It’s my job to find the killer.”

“How’s that going?”

I sat quietly for a moment. “Getting really close.”

FINCH

“Are you fucking telling me that Eve is at the house of a murderer. Alone?”

I ran from the stable to the house, trying not to bust my ass on the path, which was covered in compacted snow. I’d used the snowblower to clear it, but it wouldn’t see bare ground for months.

“Yes. We’re twenty minutes out if Nix would put his foot to the floor. You’re less than ten. Move it.” Shane’s voice was tense and sharp, as if it could cut glass.

I shot through the mudroom and grabbed the keys to my truck off the counter, then headed right back out.

“Explain to me what the fuck is going on.”

I climbed into the truck, got it started and gunned the engine. Having a dually had its advantages, and I was glad for the extra wheels, the weight and power. The cell connection to the truck’s dashboard kicke

d in, and Shane’s voice came through the speakers. I dropped my cell into the center console and had a death grip on the steering wheel as I punched it down the driveway.

“Eve found a hidden camera in my bedroom. It had memory cards with it. She checked them out and found hundreds of videos of him having sex with women.”