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Sheriff Andy Quinn has always kept his small town safe. Now a serial killer is on the loose, and has targeted his fiance Kelley. Will he stop the killer in time, and will they make it to the wedding in one piece ?
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"She's just gone?" I asked. I sat down on the soft, leather, couch next to Andy.
He nodded, as he wrapped his arms tightly around me. "They're just vanishing, Sweetheart, no signs of anything. Nothing left behind, until the pictures."
I laid my head on his shoulder, and squeezed his hand in mine. All I wanted to do all day was sit together in the quiet of our lakeside cottage after a few too many long days.
The one he would happily tell me about how he remodeled it from a decrepit wreck, to his bachelor pad. Then how it turned into our love nest, where we had been living in sin for so long now. With its comfy leather furniture, big windows, worn oriental floors over the carefully refinished oak floors that Andy painstakingly did himself all those years ago. "I'm sorry . . . There isn't a chance that they are runaways?"
He shook his head, and dropped a kiss on my head. I don't want to move, he thought, or think about this. I just want to sit here with her, listening to the rain on the lake. Possibly take her on this couch. "Too many, too soon, Kelley. Listen to me. I want you to be careful, and don't look at me like that. You're about their age, and I . . . I don't want anything happening to you."
"Nothing is going to happen to me," I promised, stroking his cheek. "You don't have to worry so much."
"Famous last words," he sighed, trailing his fingers through my hair, Harold our golden retriever jumped up on the couch with us. "I mean it, Kel. I want to teach you to use my gun."
"You know how I feel about guns," I groaned, pulling back to look at him. Giving Harold a scratch behind the ears, I fought the urge to shake him. "Andy, I'll be fine. I'm tougher then I look."
"You might feel differently if this guy comes after you."
"I can defend myself, and I don't need a gun to do it. Will you stop playing overprotective cop with me?"
"Hey. We're getting married in a month, of course I'm going to worry about you," Andy replied, kissing the top of my head. Stubborn, he thought, and not that naïve.
"There is someone out there taking young women, and . . . I'm not sure what they're doing to them. Those pictures . . ."
"Do you think that they're dead?" I asked softly, rubbing his thigh and noting the dark circles under his eyes. "You'll find who is doing this, Andy. You're too good a cop not to."
"How do you always know the right thing to say?" he asked, tilting my face up to his and giving me a tired smile. "I love you, Kelley."
"Hmm," I murmured, as he kissed me and lowered me down on the couch.
"Dammit," Andy muttered, as he stared down at the photographs on his desk a few days later.
"How? This isn't even possible."
"John," he said, nodding toward his 25 year old deputy. "What do you have for me?" ...
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