Manhunter. Loreth White Anne
“You must be Sergeant Caruso. Welcome to Black Arrow.”
He lifted his shades slowly, his gaze locking onto hers. Silver’s heart did a tight little tumble. Fringed by soft, black lashes, his eyes were a warm liquid brown. But the lines that fanned out from them spoke of something she recognized all too well.
This man had been hurt. But he was pretending otherwise.
Strong fingers closed around hers as he clasped her hand firmly. Silver’s pulse raced. Sergeant Gabriel Caruso oozed danger—not for Black Arrow, but for her personally. And by the sharp flicker in his eyes, she saw he’d felt something, too.
A Mountie was the last person on this earth she needed to be attracted to. Especially a homicide cop.
Not with her dark secret.
Dear Reader,
The North attracts a free-spirited and disparate sort. It’s wild country, a last frontier—a harsh and beautiful place where temperatures can plunge to-58º Fahrenheit, where inhabitants must endure long periods without sunlight, a sense of isolation and a culture foreign to most of us.
Those who weren’t born to the North are often lured above the 60th parallel in search of something—gold, silver, meaning. Adventure.
Others go to escape—the law, past relationships, bad mistakes, themselves.
But although the area is vast, it’s not an easy place to hide. The inhospitable terrain bonds unlikely allies, and the social circles are in fact small. Mistakes can mean death, and the loneliness forces people to look inward, to dig deep and find their true mettle. The North forms larger-than-life characters, larger-than-life adventure…and to me, it inspires romance.
I hope you enjoy the first book in my WILD COUNTRY series—tales from this vast land, and the characters it shapes.
Loreth Anne White
Manhunter
Loreth Anne White
LORETH ANNE WHITE
As a child in Africa, when asked what she wanted to be when she grew up, Loreth said a spy…or a psychologist, or maybe marine biologist, archaeologist or lawyer. Instead she fell in love, traveled the world and had a baby. When she looked up again she was back in Africa, writing and editing news and features for a large chain of community newspapers. But those childhood dreams never died. It took another decade, another baby, and a move across continents before the lightbulb finally went on. She didn’t have to grow up. She could be them all—the spy, the psychologist and all the rest—through characters. She sat down to pen her first novel…and fell in love.
She currently lives with her husband, two daughters and their cats in a ski resort in the rugged Coast Mountains of British Columbia, where there is no shortage of inspiration for larger-than-life characters and adventure.
To Mary J. Forbes and RCMP Assistant Commissioner
Gary Forbes for helping me find the soul of my Mountie.
To Meretta Pater and Canadian Air Force Corporal
Clint Pater, my true north friends.
And as always, to my editor Susan Litman.
Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Prologue
Naked as the day he was born and smeared head to toe with slate-gray river mud, he crawled up the slope, circling above the cabin, careful not to stand in case he was seen from below when lightning flashed.
The night was black and evil, rain slashing horizontally, wind ripping branches and crashing them down to the forest floor, rivers rising and breaking banks.
There would be dogs soon, he knew. And he was leaving a heavy trail of blood.
But tonight the weather was his friend.
He flattened himself into the wet loam, his breathing ragged as he studied the small cabin in the clearing below, the whites of his eyes stark against his mud camouflage.
Lightning cracked open the sky, and for a brief moment the darkness split, revealing a monochromatic snapshot of the churning gray river beyond the cabin, giant logs spinning violently among bobbing flood debris.
Then the image was gone.
He waited for a second for his vision to readjust, then approached the cabin slowly on hands and knees, creeping round to the side with no windows.
Rain leaked into his eyes and blood continued to gush from the ragged bullet trough across his left thigh.
Pain was his friend, he told himself. Adrenaline was his friend.
Twelve months in maximum security might have blunted the brutal edge of his massive physique, but not the steel of his mind. Being a prisoner of war had trained him for this.
U.S. military black ops had trained him for this.
His art was combat. Tracking. Evasion. Infiltration. Torture. He was a killing machine.
A human hunter.
He inched around the cabin, peered up into a window. He needed clothes. Equipment. A needle. Thread. Disinfectant. Then he needed to make it appear as if he’d drowned in that river while he was heading south for the Canadian-U.S. border.
But he was really going north, to the Yukon. To the small town of Black Arrow Falls where they were sending Gabriel Caruso, the cop who had put him behind bars.
He wanted that Mountie.
The game isn’t over yet, Caruso, he told himself. It’s not over until one of us dies.
He found a rusted piece of crowbar buried in the grass. Ducking round to the front door, he quickly jimmied the bar between the lock and the door. One sharp jerk, and the lock splintered away from wood.
He stilled. Listened. The heavy iron fisted at his side, he entered the dark cabin.
The real hunt had just begun.
Chapter 1
Black Arrow Falls
Northern Yukon
Population 389
Silver Karvonen swung her hunting rifle round to her back and hefted a bag of feed into the bed of her red pickup, three husky-wolf crossbreeds milling around at her feet. The bag landed with a dull thud, releasing a cloud of fine gray glacial dust.
Everything was dry. Hot. The leaves had turned brittle gold and the bush was redolent with the scents of late autumn, the air adrift with the white fluff