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  In for the Kill [Hawkman Series Book 9]

  by Betty Sullivan La Pierre

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  Mystery/Crime

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  SynergEbooks

  www.synergebooks.com

  Copyright ©2007 by Betty Sullivan La Pierre

  First published in SynergEbooks, 2007

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  In for the Kill

  by Betty Sullivan La Pierre

  HAWKMAN SERIES #9

  Copyright 2007 by Betty Sullivan la Pierre

  All Rights Reserved

  Published by SynergEbooks

  www.synergebooks.com

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  Others in ‘The Hawkman Series’ by

  BETTY SULLIVAN LA PIERRE

  www.bettysullivanlapierre.com

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  THE ENEMY STALKS

  DOUBLE TROUBLE

  THE SILENT SCREAM

  DIRTY DIAMONDS

  BLACKOUT

  DIAMONDS aren't FOREVER

  CAUSE FOR MURDER

  ANGELS IN DISGUISE

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  Also by Betty Sullivan La Pierre

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  MURDER.COM

  THE DEADLY THORN

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  Cover Art by Author, Paul Musgrove

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  CHAPTER ONE

  Jennifer sat at her computer, concentrating on the next book in her mystery series. When the phone rang, she let the answering machine pick up.

  “This call is for Jim Anderson. If you're there, please answer."

  She immediately jumped to her feet with a pounding heart. No one had used Hawkman's birth name since Dirk Henderson, the double agent who wanted to kill her husband several years ago. Trembling, she stared at the instrument's blinking red light. This could be another nemesis out to get him.

  After a slight pause, the voice said, “I'll call back later."

  The click of the hang-up left her reeling. She paced the floor and ran trembling fingers through her short, curly brown hair. This would definitely upset Hawkman. When he quit the Agency, he dreaded the day when someone from his past would find him. After Dirk had been caught and put into prison, he'd finally relaxed, figuring too much time had gone by now for him to be in danger.

  Jennifer wrung her hands. How'd this person find our number? The telephone bill was in the name of Tom and Jennifer Casey. He obviously knew more about Hawkman than she cared to think about. The gnawing in her stomach told her she should call her husband right away. This man could be searching for him right now, and Hawkman needed to be on guard.

  Jennifer picked up the phone and punched the number to his office.

  “Tom Casey, Private Investigator."

  “Hi, how's it going?"

  “Just fine. Don't tell me you forgot to add something to this long grocery list?"

  “No, but I just received a phone call for Jim Anderson."

  A silence hung over the line for several moments.

  “Who was it?"

  “I don't know. I let it ring because I was busy and the machine took the message. He said he'd call back."

  “This is very interesting. There's someone still out there looking for me. Maybe I'll recognize the voice."

  “It's possible; the recording is fairly clear. No voice changer. Do you want to hear it now?"

  “No, I'll wait until I get home."

  “Do you think it could be just an old school buddy looking for you?"

  “Hard to say. But I doubt it. Be sure to lock up and turn on the alarm after we've talked. I don't want to scare you, but no sense in taking any chances."

  “Okay. Honey, watch your back. And remember I love you."

  “I love you, too. I'll see you soon."

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  Hawkman hung up and tapped the receiver with his finger. It'd been a long time since the name Jim Anderson had entered his mind. A part of his yesteryears had come to haunt him again.

  He opened the desk drawer and withdrew his shoulder holster. Lately, the habit of wearing it had not seemed so urgent, but the phone call from Jennifer had changed his perspective. As he buckled the gun around his chest, he could feel the old lessons taught at the Agency moving forward in his brain like a back-up computer disc. He forced it open and let the information flow into his mind, so he could recap all his training and be prepared.

  It worried him this person had called the house and not his office. It meant he knew Jim Anderson had an alias. The message struck fear into Hawkman when he thought about Jennifer being home alone. Shutting down the computer, he decided to leave. He wanted to hear the voice on the recording, and needed to discuss this situation with his wife.

  He strolled over to the window, stood back, and surveyed the parking lot. All the vehicles looked empty, and no one appeared to be waiting to gun him down. But if this person had Agency experience, he could be parked down the street with a high-powered rifle and a pair of binoculars.

  Hawkman took a deep breath, then exhaled loudly. Life had been mighty quiet and peaceful. He should have known it couldn't last forever. After unplugging the coffee pot, he stopped in his tracks when a knock sounded. He pulled his gun from the holster, moved to the side of the jamb, and flung open the door.

  Hearing giggles, he glanced out in time to see two little girls running down the stairs, and turn the corner. He holstered his weapon, stepped forward and almost kicked over a covered basket sitting on the top step, but grabbed the handle before it tumbled down the stairs. A small beige and white head with sharp blue eyes peeked out from under the checkered cloth.

  “What the heck!” Hawkman said, carrying the container to his desk.

  When he pulled the cloth back, a well-fed kitten rolled onto its back and playfully swatted at the corner of the towel. Hawkman noticed a card attached to the side with a blue ribbon. He laughed when the cat batted at his fingers as he pulled the bow loose and opened the envelope.

  “Hey, hold on a minute, you little critter. Let's see what you're all about."

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  Dear Jennifer,

  In appreciation for all you've done for my family. She will give you hours of pleasure.

  God Bless, Marie and Girls

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  Hawkman put the note away, pushed back his hat, and eyed the young animal. “I must say, you're one cutie. But I don't know any Marie or the story behind you. I'm sure your new mistress will know what this is all about. At least, you'll give her something to think on besides a sniper."

  He picked up the basket and headed down the stairs to his vehicle parked in the alley. After sliding it onto the passenger seat, and closing the door, he lifted the hood to assure himself no one had tampered with the engine. Confident everything appeared okay, he climbed into the driver's side and drove to the pet shop.

  When he placed the container on the counter and the little kitten poked out her head from under the cloth, the cashier called the other employees. “Come look at this darling Ragdoll."

  Everyone gathered around touching, and handling the cat.

  Hawkman stepped back and rubbed his mustache. “Huh, I just need some food and a couple of toys. I have no idea what she eats."

  One of the girls glanced up at him
. “Where did you get this precious thing?"

  “A gift from Marie."

  She rolled her eyes. “Oh, you're so lucky. Her cats are the best in the world."

  Hawkman looked puzzled. “Does she raise them?"

  The young lady stepped back in awe. “Yes, didn't you know? She's the greatest Ragdoll breeder around; known all over the country."

  He shrugged. “I'm not into felines, this is my wife's deal. The animal is for her."

  “Oh, she's just going to love it."

  He soon edged his way out the door trying to hold the cat in the basket with a bag of food and toys under his arm. “I think you've excited my pet."

  They all laughed and gave him a wave as he struggled toward the SUV.

  He sat the cat on the passenger seat, then took the newly bought food and two bowls from the sack. Setting the containers on the inside floorboard, he poured a little water from his own bottle into one, then sprinkled some food into the other. Gently lifting the cat out of the basket, he placed her next to them. While she lapped up the liquid and ate a hefty amount of the dry crunchies, Hawkman scrutinized the area. He found nothing to cause suspicion, so climbed into the driver's side and waited for the cat to finish. When she started to preen herself, he picked up the animal and gently placed her into the basket.

  “Okay, girl, we haven't got all day. We're heading to Copco Lake and you can take care of your personal hygiene when we arrive home."

  On their way, Hawkman had a time keeping the little tiger from climbing out onto the seat, and ended up steering most of the way with one hand while rubbing her back with the other.

  He breathed a sigh of relief when he drove into the garage. “Okay, wiggle worm, you ready to meet your new mistress?” He gently lifted the receptacle and carried it to the entry. He found the door locked and the alarm system set. So, he placed the basket between his feet, punched in the code and stepped into the house, then tried to grab the animal as she leaped from her confines.

  Jennifer turned the corner just as a streak flashed across the living room floor.

  “Oh, my gosh, what was that?"

  “A bag full of energy for you, from Marie."

  She clamped both hands over her mouth as she stared at two big blue eyes looking out from behind the chair. “She's beautiful!"

  He frowned. “You act like you were expecting this little bundle of dynamite."

  Reaching down and picking up the ball of fur, she nodded. “Yes, but I didn't know when. And I didn't think it'd be you who'd have the honor of bringing her home. I wanted it to be a surprise."

  He plopped the basket on the counter. “Don't be disappointed. It took me totally off guard, and this little beast definitely kept my mind off snipers or someone stalking me."

  A guilty smile twitched the corners of her mouth. “Good timing."

  “The employees at the pet shop went bonkers over the sight of this creature."

  “I can imagine. Marie's Ragdoll cats have the reputation of being the most beautiful in the area."

  “I want to hear the whole story. But first, I'll bring in the food and stuff I bought for the new member of our family."

  Once Hawkman deposited the items on the counter, Jennifer fussed over where she should put the litter box and then produced a good sized wicker pet bed she'd somehow stored away without his ever seeing it. She placed it in the corner near the fireplace.

  The little cat had not let Jennifer out of her sight since she'd arrived and acted like she understood her instructions. Hawkman shook his head and meandered over to the phone. Staring at the flashing red button, he finally punched it and listened to the message.

  Jennifer glanced at him when it finished. “Do you recognize the voice?"

  “No."

  “I pray it's not Dirk."

  “We don't have to worry about him. He's in prison for the rest of his life, unless someone killed him. I'll ask Bill when I call."

  “You're going to call Bill Broadwell, your old boss?"

  “Yes."

  “You believe it's someone from your Agency years?"

  “I'm highly suspicious, because of his using the name, Jim Anderson. We'll see if he calls back. Screen the calls if I'm not here, and don't answer if you don't recognize the caller. I want you to keep the alarm on at all times and get your gun ready. We'll go out and do some practicing within the next day or two."

  Jennifer stared at him with fear in her eyes. “You're serious aren't you?"

  “Yes."

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  CHAPTER TWO

  Since Jennifer had spent most of the evening chasing down the playful kitten, Hawkman decided he better help her get dinner on the table or it'd be midnight before they ate. “What are you going to do with her during the night?” he asked.

  She wiped a hand across her brow. “I'm not sure. She's so nosey, and I don't want her to get into anything where she could get hurt or eat something that might make her sick."

  “Why don't you put her gear and the litter box into the main bathroom so you can close the door. Put down the stool lid and she should be completely safe. Then in the morning, when you're ready, let her out to take over the run of the house."

  Jennifer chuckled. “I understand cats take the mastering of a household very seriously."

  “Why do those words not surprise me?"

  “I think I'll put her in there right now, so I can eat in peace."

  Jennifer quickly hauled the cat and all her possessions into the bathroom, then closed the door. “Whew, now maybe I can relax for a few minutes,” she said, flopping down on the dining room chair.

  “By the way, have you thought of a name?"

  “Not yet. I need to think about it. Have you noticed when you pick her up how she just flops over your arm?"

  Hawkman raised a brow. “Yeah, like a piece of cloth."

  “The name ‘Ragdoll’ comes from that trait. Very easy to cuddle."

  “Right,” he laughed. “But you have to catch her first."

  “She'll settle down eventually; she's just excited about exploring her new home."

  “I have a feeling she's going to run you ragged for awhile."

  “I'll call Marie and find out a little more about this breed's disposition, also, what I need to do as far as shots and getting her spayed."

  “Speaking of Marie, would you mind filling me in on why she gave you this animal?"

  “Last year when I took the chemotherapy treatments, I met her in the infusion room. She had the chair next to mine, and she looked so frightened. We talked for a long time until I sensed her relaxing. When I asked about her cancer, it turned out she had the same as mine. Based on my research, I informed her about the chances of survival and how lymphoma could be knocked into remission. The woman's whole demeanor changed and tears flowed down her cheeks in relief. She'd lost her husband in a construction accident a couple of years before, has three little girls, and thought her life had come to an end."

  Hawkman reached over and patted her hand. “Sounds like you gave her courage."

  “Whenever we met during treatment, we talked and laughed constantly. The last time I saw her, she asked if I liked cats and explained how she raised the Ragdoll breed. She told me I'd handed her a new lease on life and wanted to give me something personal. Marie promised when her best cat gave birth, I'd get one of the litter."

  “I like the story. And the feisty little lion has now stolen my heart."

  Jennifer grinned. “I understand they make wonderful pets."

  “We'll soon know,” he said, picking up their empty plates and heading for the kitchen.

  Later they retired to the living room. Jennifer retrieved the kitten and played with her while Hawkman tried to watch the news.

  “Are you calling Bill tomorrow?"

  “I think so."

  “What are you going to ask him?"

  About that time, the phone rang. Hawkman raised his hand. “Let the answering machine pick up."

  “I k
now you're there. Your lights are on in the house. I saw you eating dinner. What a great target.” Then the line went dead.

  Hawkman jumped out of his chair, and closed the drapes.

  Clutching the cat to her chest, Jennifer stared at him in horror. “The voice sounded the same."

  “Hit the floor,” he said, flipping off the lamp next to his chair, leaving only the light from the flickering television to illuminate the room. His gun drawn and in a crouched position, he made his way to the kitchen window. Keeping to the side of the sashes, so his silhouette couldn't be seen, he peered out at the street. Seeing nothing, he hurried back to the bedroom, and grabbed his night binoculars off the dresser. He stepped out on the deck, and slipped his gun into the waistband of his jeans. Putting the glasses to his eyes, he surveyed the bridge and the land across the lake.

  Jennifer followed. “Anything?"

  “Nothing. No parked or moving vehicle anywhere."

  “He must have driven by while we were having dinner, then called from down the road."

  Hawkman moved back into the house, closed the sliding glass door, and pulled the drapes shut. He replaced the gun into the shoulder holster, then put an arm around her shoulders. “Again, I want to remind you to keep the house locked and the alarm on at all times. Don't answer the phone or the door unless you know who it is.” He grimaced. “In fact, I'd like you out of here for a few days."

  She tilted her head and looked at him sideways. “You know better than to even think along those lines."

  He gave her a squeeze. “I knew you'd say that. But this guy sounds awfully close."

  Jennifer pulled away, placed the cat on the floor and went to the bedroom. Even though her eyes had adjusted to the darkness, she had to rummage through the dresser drawers until she found the small holster fanny pack and buckled it around her waist. Hawkman came in, then followed her to his office. She took the flashlight he always kept on the top of the gun vault, worked the combination and opened the safe. She found her Beretta and a box of shells, then placed them on the desk before closing the heavy door. “I know how to shoot. I'll carry my weapon until we get this resolved."