Read Bye Bye Bones (A CASSIDY CLARK NOVEL Book 1) for Free Online Page A

other missing women, aren’t you? Not just the congresswoman?”
    He was gone.
     
    FOUR O’CLOCK. Breaking news.
    “This is Jessica Silva. Two hours ago I was at the home of Congresswoman Elizabeth Strong. It has become evident that Ms. Strong is missing.
    “Her office confirms it is highly unusual that they have not heard from Congresswoman Strong in several days. Family and friends thought she was at the family cabin in the White Mountains or a friend’s home in Mount Lemmon. Another place she frequents is Sedona.
    “Her cell phone has been reported as turned off with no GPS activation.
    “My interview with Mr. Strong will air at ten o’clock tonight. Meanwhile, Congresswoman Strong was last seen driving a late model white Mercedes Benz sedan, CLS class, Arizona license plate LIZ4YOU. If you have seen this car or have any information regarding the missing congresswoman, please call 9-1-1, or if you’re shy, call me here at the station. Tweet me. Email me. Just be proactive and do the right thing.”
     
    JAXON GILES HEARD the driveway alert before the familiar voice on the intercom.
    “It’s just me,” Sandra Vickery said.
    “You’ve been ordered to stay one-hundred feet away from me.”
    “And I am, given the length of your driveway. I must say I am impressed with all of your new security gadgets around here.”
    “What do you want, Sandy?”
    “Darling, the dry cleaners made a mistake. I have some of your suits and maybe a couple of your custom shirts. I want to give them to you.”
    “That was a long time ago and you’ve only now figured that out? Leave them at the gate.”
    “Fuck you! Your Armani and whatever else I have will make a nice fire for me tonight. These early March nights can grow cold.”
    With the intercom on, Jaxon heard her slam the car into reverse. He counted his blessings.
    He immediately called Jessica who was on her way to his home for dinner.
    “Watch out for the bitch. She was just here.”
    “I’m ten minutes away. I know the new gate code. Don’t worry. She’ll be long gone.”
    When Jessica pulled up to the extensive drive, there was no car in sight. She opened the gate and made sure it closed behind her. In the dark, she missed the woman, on foot, dressed in black.

Chapter Nine
    SANDRA VICKERY GREW up in the Sonoran Desert. She knew the composite of guidelines necessary to safely traverse the land. Especially at night.
    A thousand cacti and a herd of javelina would not deter her but she understood she had problems. She’d used the binoculars for viewing as the security cameras, lights and motion detectors had been installed, with another crew of security experts spending countless hours inside Jaxon’s home. It should and would be her home .
    She was aware that entering the home, as she had done so many times without being caught, would no longer be possible.
    “Paranoid bastard probably leaves on the motion detectors even when he’s home. Especially when he’s home,” she cackled aloud, but not too loud.
    The extensive exterior security posed a problem but not a threat. Not for what she wanted.
    She wanted something to fan the flames of her rage. And her desire.
    Jaxon Giles’ master bedroom windows and door faced east with no neighbor behind him. The blinds would be open.
    One hour. Two hours. Two hours and forty-five minutes later, she saw the bedroom light go on. She used the binoculars to confirm what she anticipated and loathed.
    Two people. Her husband, Jaxon, and the wretched Jessica Silva. And they were already nearly sickeningly nude.
    She dropped the binoculars to the hard earth below her, in favor of the camera with the twelve-thousand dollar telephoto zoom lens.
    Click. She felt ill.
    Click. Click. Click. Her hands became sticky with perspiration and her heart began to pound in rapid succession.
    Click. Click. Now, full-blown rage.
    And she was sated.
     
    SCHLEP’S WORDS PALPITATED into their own stream of consciousness.
    “I have a connection