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Tough Justice: Hunted (Part 8 of 8)
Carla Cassidy
TOUGH JUSTICE: Justice is worth every sacrifice.
Episode Eight: Hunted
The Grand Finale is finally here, a moment Moretti has been thinking about since he learned of Lara’s betrayal. Moretti has escaped from prison and his only goal is to go after Lara’s daughter—his daughter. He knows Lara will do anything to save her child. He’s counting on that. Lara has been a worthy adversary, always playing to win. This is it: hunter vs. hunted...
Justice is worth every sacrifice.
A brand-new 8-part reading experience starting January 12, 2016!
FBI agent Lara Grant has finally put her life as an undercover operative behind her and started a new assignment in New York City. But her past and present collide and become ever more twisted as a spate of murders sends a message that is cruelly, chillingly personal...
Tough Justice: Exposed (Part 1 of 8) by New York Times bestselling author Carla Cassidy
Tough Justice: Watched (Part 2 of 8) by Tyler Anne Snell
Tough Justice: Burned (Part 3 of 8) by Carol Ericson
Tough Justice: Trapped (Part 4 of 8) by Gail Barrett
Tough Justice: Twisted (Part 5 of 8) by Gail Barrett
Tough Justice: Ambushed (Part 6 of 8) by Carol Ericson
Tough Justice: Betrayed (Part 7 of 8) by Tyler Anne Snell
Tough Justice: Hunted (Part 8 of 8) by New York Times bestselling author Carla Cassidy
CARLA CASSIDY is an award-winning New York Times bestselling author who has written more than one hundred and twenty novels for Mills & Boon Books. In 1995, she won Best Silhouette Romance from RT Book Reviews for Anything for Danny. In 1998, she also won a Career Achievement Award for Best Innovative Series from RT Book Reviews. Carla believes the only thing better than curling up with a good book to read is sitting down at the computer with a good story to write.
To the Tough Justice team,
who worked overtime to make this happen!
Contents
About Tough Justice
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Epilogue
He knocked on the front door with the confidence of a man befitting his authority. The sun had just peeked a tiny sliver of light over the horizon, and the neighborhood was silent. When there was no immediate response in the house, he knocked again, this time with more force.
“Yes? Who is it?” a deep male voice asked.
“US Marshal Adam Kincaid. I’m Peter Linden’s partner. I need you to open the door right now. As you know, we have a Code Red situation.”
“Can I see some identification?”
“Of course.” He pulled out the slim black wallet that held a badge and the ID and held it up to the half-moon-shaped window in the door.
A rush of adrenaline filled him as he heard the sound of locks being turned and the alarm being disarmed. The door opened to reveal a man in a navy T-shirt and a pair of light blue pajama bottoms, worry etching deep lines in his face.
A woman in a red robe appeared just behind the man, her features radiating a simmering panic. “What’s happening?”
“We can’t keep this location secure. We need to move the child. Her father escaped from prison earlier this morning, and we have reason to believe he might be coming here to do harm to her. This has become a Level Ten. We have to move fast.”
The man shot a glance toward the street where an official-looking car awaited. “Where’s Marshal Linden? He’s our caseworker.”
“He’s setting up the new safe house. I need to move the baby now.”
“We need to get dressed...”
“We need to keep you separate, in case we’re followed. Peter wants to remove the child first. The two of you will follow when we get the all-clear. I’ll be texting you directions. Be ready.” He stepped into the foyer. The gun beneath his jacket was a heady reminder that he was the one in control.
Tears sprang to the woman’s eyes. “I’ll... I’ll go get her.” She disappeared down a hallway.
The woman returned with the dark-haired sleeping seven-month-old in her arms. The tears that had gleamed in her eyes moments before now coursed down her cheeks. The little girl was clad in a mint-green sleeper and wrapped in a pink blanket.
“You’ll call us soon?” she asked.
He gave a curt nod. “We have to move now.” He walked to the woman, and
