Her feet went out from under her, but she didn't let go. She slammed onto the bridge, taking him with her...Then the ground slipped away from her as they both crashed through the flimsy guardrail and dropped into the water below.

My gut is telling me you're innocent." His gaze went to the gun and then back to her face. "Relatively innocent.

He also had deep brown eyes, light brown skin and an infectious grin, even in the middle of a grueling SWAT workout. In short, exactly her type. If only he wasn't a teammate, making him off-limits. And if only she didn't have baggage from her past that weighed more than he did.

The instant Isabella Cortez left the safety of the FBI building, goose bumps skittered across her skin and her senses went on high alert.

Nine people had died today. And it didn't matter what the FBI had thought of her actions. Her career as a negotiator had ended before it had even begun.

There was no mistaking her daughter's handwriting. And the words... "If you're reading this, I'm already dead.

For two years, she and Cassie had been inseparable. And then one night, Cassie had disappeared from her bed. In her place, her abductor had left his calling card, a macabre nursery rhyme. Cassie had never come home.

As Evelyn slid to a stop in the center of the hallway, Butler calmly shook his head. Then he lifted his machine gun and fired.

She didn't remember feeling nervous, as though someone was stalking her, watching her every move.