In the Flesh. Rita Herron
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His eyes flickered, turned jet black. He wanted her.
He squared his shoulders, towering over her, furious at her assault. “I do my job fine. But I can’t and won’t change my opinion about yours.”
Her heart ached for him. “You deserve to be happy again, to move on with your life.”
“My life ended two years ago,” he said in a tortured voice. “I only live to catch psychos like you protect. And I don’t need or want you analyzing me.”
Emotions dried her throat. “What do you need?” she finally asked.
He stared at her so long she thought he wouldn’t answer. The intensity of his gaze sent a shiver of heat rippling through her…. The hum of sensuality radiated off him in waves. He was undoubtedly the biggest, most masculine man she’d ever met, and he had needs, fierce needs that were driving him.
In the Flesh
Rita Herron
MILLS & BOON
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To my sister, who is the real therapist—
hope you find love again and your own hero.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Award-winning author Rita Herron wrote her first book when she was twelve, but didn’t think real people grew up to be writers. Now she writes so she doesn’t have to get a real job. A former kindergarten teacher and workshop leader, she traded her storytelling for kids for romance, and writes romantic comedies and romantic suspense. She lives in Georgia with her own romance hero and three kids. She loves to hear from readers so please write her at P.O. Box 921225, Norcross, GA 30092-1225, or visit her Web site at www.ritaherron.com.
Contents
Cast of Characters
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Epilogue
CAST OF CHARACTERS
Detective Raul Cortez —He’s less than happy to be working with a psychiatrist. But when a serial killer targets her, he must protect her with his life.
Dr. Jennifer Madden —Will her vow to protect her patients’ rights get her killed?
Marilyn Madden —Jenny’s mother has been catatonic in a mental facility for years. But is she really crazy?
Bailey Madden —Jenny’s brother fits the profile of the killer.
Dr. Rupert Zovall —The psychiatrist who has treated Jennifer’s mother for years is upset that she’s been moved to CIRP. Is he really worried about her or is he hiding something?
Clyde Anson —The court forced him to seek therapy through Jenny. But has he taken his sexually deviant behavior to a deeper level—murder?
Jamal Rakely —He murdered his wife but plead out on insanity charges. Is he killing women again?
Bobby Machete —A former patient of Jenny’s—has he resurfaced from the dead?
Felix Brainard —He grew up in an orphanage in Savannah. Has he returned for revenge?
Eddie Keegan —Raul’s partner at the force. This womanizer has always loved women. But when he gets rebuffed by one, does he turn into a killer?
Ralph Martin —The quiet, nondescript carpenter is renovating Jenny’s house. Is his job a ruse to get close enough to watch her every move?
Prologue
South Beach, Florida
Some men shouldn’t be allowed to have children.
He was one of them. Detective Raul Cortez, badass cop. Lousy husband. Son of a convicted felon.
Still, when his wife had phoned earlier to tell him she was pregnant, he’d nearly cried like a baby.
This was his chance at redemption. To make things right. To be a better man.
To have a future.
He climbed into his car and laid the red roses he’d just bought at the florist on the seat, heart pumping with adrenaline. Dark storm clouds obliterated the moon, indicating a storm on the rise, but he shrugged off the bad weather, started the car and headed toward his apartment. Nothing could ruin his day. Not a downpour or the fact that his latest collar, a psycho named Louie Mulstein, had been released on bail. He was under house arrest and had to wear that ankle bracelet, but the maniac should be behind bars. Damn shrink. It was her fault he’d been released.
Her words reverberated in his head. “He’s schizophrenic, Your Honor. He’s on medication now and not a threat to the community.”
Raul had argued, had laid out the gruesome photos of the two women the man had bludgeoned to death for her and the court to see, but she had won in the end.
Tamping down his fury over the judge’s and shrink’s lapse in judgment, he vowed to forget work tonight. Anita deserved it and so did his unborn child.
As if to mock him, his cell phone rang. He checked the number—the precinct. The urge to ignore it teased him, but with two ongoing cases, there was no way.
“Cortez.”
“Captain Black. Listen, Cortez. I hate to tell you this but Louie escaped.”
“What?”
“Somehow he managed to get out of his ankle bracelet. We’ve issued an APB and my men are looking for him now.”
Raul’s heart thundered in his chest. Louie out of jail. Louie who was dangerous. A psychotic.
Louie who hated him. Who knew where he lived.
“I gotta get home,” he muttered, then disconnected the call and sped up.
He swerved to pass a truck, turned on his siren and