need your father, Diana.”
“Goodbye.”
“If someone like that professor ever threatens you again, I want to know about it.”
She paused, memories of Professor Bertram holding her hostage for days, stripping her and hunting her in the forest swept through her mind. “Why? What would you do?”
“What any good father would do. I would protect you.”
“From prison?”
He lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “I’d find a way.”
What was he going to do? Sic the Copycat Killer on anyone who crossed her path? Was he forgetting he was the reason Professor Bertram had kidnapped her in the first place? That the man was desperate to avenge Kane’s brutal murder of his daughter? “I can protect myself.” Taking a deep breath, she turned away from Kane and took a step toward the door.
“He has another one, you know.”
The tremble in her legs spread through her body, centering just under her rib cage. She turned back to face him. “What did you say?”
“He took her last night. After stopping in at your sister’s wedding reception to pay his respects.”
“The Copycat Killer?”
“Of course.”
“How do you know this?”
“I know a lot of things, Diana. Like the desperation a parent feels when kept away from a child. Especially when she needs you most. I could tell you all about it if you would visit me.”
“Where did he take her?”
“I’m not asking you to do anything a good daughter wouldn’t do anyway.”
She didn’t have to close her eyes to see the nightmare she’d gone through in the professor’s cabin play out in front of her like a movie. But where the professor was a grief-crazed father after revenge, the Copycat killed for pleasure. And part of his pleasure revolved around torture and humiliation. “You can’t let him kill another woman.”
“Can’t I? What am I going to do about it? I’m in prison.”
Her stomach swirled, with anger, with nausea. As much as she wanted to walk away, as much as she needed to retain control over her life, she couldn’t let an innocent woman suffer. She couldn’t let an innocent woman die. Not if she had a chance to save her. “What do you want me to do?”
“Visit. Like a good daughter.” Thin lips pulled back in an icy smile. “I’ll see you again tomorrow. We’ll have a nice chat.”
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