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ubtitle>RILEY PAIGE MYSTERY SERIESONCE GONE (Book #1)ONCE TAKEN (Book #2)ONCE CRAVED (Book #3)ONCE LURED (Book #4)ONCE HUNTED (Book #5)ONCE PINED (Book #6)ONCE FORSAKEN (Book #7)ONCE COLD (Book #8)ONCE STALKED (Book #9)MACKENZIE WHITE MYSTERY SERIESBEFORE HE KILLS (Book #1)BEFORE HE SEES (Book #2)BEFORE HE COVETS (Book #3)BEFORE HE TAKES (Book #4)BEFORE HE NEEDS (Book #5)BEFORE HE FEELS (Book #6)AVERY BLACK MYSTERY SERIESCAUSE TO KILL (Book #1)CAUSE TO RUN (Book #2)CAUSE TO HIDE (Book #3)CAUSE TO FEAR (Book #4)KERI LOCKE MYSTERY SERIESA TRACE OF DEATH (Book #1)A TRACE OF MUDER (Book #2)A TRACE OF VICE (Book #3)

      PROLOGUE

      The man walked into the Patom Lounge and found himself surrounded by a thick haze of cigarette smoke. The lights were dim, an old heavy metal tune blared over the speakers, and already he could feel his impatience.

      The place was too hot, too crowded. He flinched as beside him a short cheer arose; he turned to see a dart game being played by five drunks. Beside them there was a lively pool game going on. The sooner he got out of here, the better.

      He looked around the room for only a few seconds before his eyes lighted upon a young woman sitting at the bar.

      She had a cute face and a boyish haircut. She was just a little too well dressed for a dive like this.

      She’ll do just fine, the man thought.

      He walked over to the bar, sat on the stool beside her, and smiled.

      “What’s your name?” he asked.

      He realized that he couldn’t hear his own voice over the general din.

      She looked at him, smiled back, pointed to her ears, and shook her head.

      He repeated his question louder, moving his lips in an exaggerated manner.

      She leaned close to him. Nearly yelling, she said, “Tilda. What’s yours?”

      “Michael,” he said, not very loudly.

      It wasn’t his real name, of course, but that probably didn’t even matter. He doubted that she could hear him. She didn’t seem to care.

      He looked at her drink, which was almost empty. It looked like a margarita. He pointed to the glass and said very loudly, “Care for another?”

      Still smiling, the woman named Tilda shook her head no.

      But she wasn’t brushing him off. He felt sure of that. Was it time for a bold move?

      He reached for a cocktail napkin and took a pen out of his shirt pocket.

      He wrote on the cocktail napkin …

      Care to go somewhere else?

      She looked at the message. Her smile broadened. She hesitated for a moment, but he sensed that she was here looking for a thrill. And she seemed pleased to have found one.

      Finally, to his delight, she nodded.

      Before they left, he picked up a matchbook with the name of the bar.

      He would need it later.

      He helped her into her coat and they walked outside. The cool spring air and sudden quiet was startling after the noise and heat.

      “Wow,” she said as she walked along with him. “I almost went deaf in there.”

      “I take it you don’t hang out there a lot,” he said.

      “No,” she said.

      She didn’t elaborate, but he was sure that this was the first time she’d ever been to the Patom Lounge.

      “Me neither,” he said. “What a dive.”

      “You can say that again.”

      “What a dive,” he said.

      They both laughed.

      “That’s my car over there,” he said, pointing. “Where would you like to go?”

      She hesitated again.

      Then, with an impish twinkle in her eye, she said, “Surprise me.”

      Now he knew that his earlier guess was correct. She really had come here looking for a thrill.

      Well, so had he.

      He opened the passenger door of his car, and she climbed inside. He got behind the wheel and started to drive.

      “Where are we going?” she asked.

      With a smile and a wink, he replied, “You said to surprise you.”

      She laughed. Her laughter sounded nervous but pleased.

      “I take it you live here in Greybull,” he said.

      “Born and bred,” she said. “I don’t think I’ve seen you before. Do you live somewhere around here?”

      “Not far away,” he said.

      She laughed again.

      “What brings you to this boring little town?”

      “Business.”

      She looked at him with a curious expression. But she didn’t press the issue. Apparently she wasn’t very interested in getting to know him. That suited his purposes just fine.

      He pulled into the parking lot of a dingy little motel called the Maberly Inn. He parked in front of room 34.

      “I’ve already rented this room,” he said.

      She said nothing.

      Then, after a short silence, he asked, “Is this OK with you?”

      She nodded a little nervously.

      They went into the room together. She looked around. The room had a musty, disagreeable odor, and the walls were decorated with ugly paintings.

      She walked to the bed and pressed her hand on the mattress, checking its firmness.

      Was she displeased with the room?

      He wasn’t sure.

      The gesture made him angry – furiously angry.

      He didn’t know why, but something inside him snapped.

      Normally he wouldn’t strike until he had her naked on the bed. But now he couldn’t help himself.

      As she turned around to head for the bathroom, he blocked her way.

      Her eyes widened with alarm.

      Before she could react further, he pushed her backward onto the bed.

      She thrashed about, but he was much stronger than she was.

      She tried to scream, but before she could, he grabbed a pillow and pressed it onto her face.

      Soon, he knew, it would all be over.

      CHAPTER ONE

      Suddenly, the lights snapped on in the lecture hall, and Agent Lucy Vargas’s eyes hurt from the glare.

      The students sitting around her started murmuring softly. Lucy’s mind had been focused deeply in the exercise – to imagine a real murder from the killer’s point of view – and it was hard to snap back.

      “OK, let’s talk about what you saw,” the instructor said.

      The instructor was none other than Lucy’s mentor, Special Agent Riley Paige.

      Lucy wasn’t actually a student in the class, which was for FBI Academy cadets. She was just sitting in today, as she did from time to time. She was still fairly new to the BAU, and she found Riley Paige to be a source of limitless inspiration and information. She took every opportunity she could to learn from her – and also to work with her.

      Agent Paige had given the students details of a murder case that had gone cold some twenty-five years ago. Three