Die for Me: A Novel of the Valentine Killer by Cynthia Eden Page A

eyes…”
    A picture of Amy Evans was on the computer screen, being printed out, as Dane grabbed his keys and double-checked that his gun was holstered.
    “Got the lock,” the tech John Baylor said from a desk two feet away. “The signal is coming from two-oh-nine Jamestown Avenue.”
    The warehouse district.
    The captain started barking orders, both to the men in the bull pen and to those listening on the police radio.
    Dane rushed for the door, then hesitated for an instant as he glanced over his shoulder.
    Katherine had inched toward the computer screen. She was staring at the image of Amy Evans, and Katherine looked lost and scared.
    I’ll save her.
He didn’t give Katherine those words, though, because it wasn’t a promise he knew he could keep.

    “I need to go with you.” Katherine’s voice was low, but when she spoke, the police captain immediately jerked his head toward her. Dane had already left, and Katherine knew the captain would be rushing out soon, too.
    “Hell
no,
” he barked at once. “I’m not sending you to a crime scene. You’re too valuable to this case—”
    “If the cops arrive in time,” Marcus Wayne cut in, “and Valentine is there with his victim, Katherine could be the only one able to get through to him. He
called
her. Dane said the victim specifically asked for Kat to stop the killer.” He nodded toward Katherine. “I’d say she’s exactly the person you need on-scene. She’s our only way to control Valentine.”
    “Please,” Katherine said to the captain. “I want to help.” Valentine had let his victim call her. So maybe—maybe—he had let Savannah call, too.
    Could I have saved her?
    “Hell.” The captain gave a grim nod. Then he motioned to Ross. “You’ve been keeping her in check for years—so you
stay
with her, got it? I don’t want her out of your sight. You stay behind my men and you keep her back, too.”
    Her breath rushed out.
    “Yes, sir,” Ross said. His hand closed around her shoulder. He leaned close to her. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing? The whole purpose of witness protection is to keep you
away
from Valentine so that you’re alive when it comes time for the trail.”
    But if they never caught him, there would be no trial. How could she keep hiding while others died?
    She couldn’t.

    They went in quietly. Dane led the team as they slipped inside the warehouse at 209 Jamestown. It was a tactical call. They could have gone in with sirens screaming, but the captain worried it would make Valentine kill the woman that much faster.
    Don’t alert him. Just get close and take him down.
Those were his orders.
    So Dane slipped through the run-down warehouse. The place seemed abandoned. Filled with the scent of old dust and mildew. The windows were broken. A rat scurried across the floor.
    But he didn’t hear the sound of a woman screaming.
    Be alive. Please be alive.
    The cops were wearing bulletproof vests, but he barely felt the weight of his. His gun was gripped firmly in his hand. He motioned to the right, and Mac rushed into the next room.
    He followed his partner, searching.
    Five rooms so far…
all nothing.
    But John had been certain that the cell phone signal was coming from this address. As far as Dane knew, the man had never been wrong on any case. When it came to tech, John was king.
    Dane went back into the narrow hallway and followed two cops up the stairs.
    Then he caught the scent of blood.
    Be alive.
The thought slid through his mind once more.
    At the top of the stairs, a door had been left open. Mac gave him cover while he hurried inside. His gaze swept the room—
    And he saw her.
    He rushed toward her with his heart racing in his chest. The scent of blood was strong in the room, heavy and cloying as it filled his nostrils.
    Amy’s wrists and ankles were bound. Blood soaked the floor around her. Duct tape covered her mouth.
    Deep slices lined her arms. A deep hole had been dug into her heart.
    Amy had been