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learn their routine.
    He followed from a safe distance, letting another car slide in between them. The chances of being noticed were slim, but he wasn’t going to take chances. If you dropped your guard for even a moment in this line of work, it could be the last.
    The road became narrow as it wound its way around the cove shaped like a U . The beach was pebbled in areas and sandy in others. They passed a white lighthouse and curled down onto the main street. The town was backed up against a vast forest. They passed more boutiques, a small strip mall, and small groups of kids heading toward a high school at the far end of the town, perched up on a hill. He watched them cut into the parking lot. The boy jumped out and his mother waited as he wandered off into the crowd. A few minutes later, she pulled up outside a hair salon.
    Satisfied that she wasn’t meeting Matt, and thinking that he had a good half hour before she left the salon, he doubled back, hoping to get a better look at the inside of the house. When he returned he pulled up to the front of the house. Dropping the window down to give Apollo plenty of air, he briefly checked the main office. It was locked. There was no note saying when or if they would be back, and no times listed as to when they would be open. It was unusual for a motel in a tourist town.
    He cautiously approached the house. Pulling his Glock from behind his back, he twisted a silencer on the end and kept the muzzle low. He ducked into the covering of the forest that surrounded the house and circled to the rear. There was no movement inside; at least from his vantage point. There was no telling where Matt was, or if he had seen him already. It was possible that he was in the shower, watching television, or asleep.
    Jack crouched for a moment, trying to make a call on whether to enter or wait until he came out. She’d be back soon. This was likely the only chance he would get. He crept up to the house, thankful that the trees provided much needed cover. Scurrying to the rear of the house, he leaned back against the wall. Straining to hear the sound of anyone inside, he reached for the sliding door.
    Unlocked.
    He slid back the chamber on his gun and entered.

Chapter 9
    “ T HERE YOU GO , SWEETHEART. You’ll have all the men after you now.” Dana stifled a laugh, turning her head from side to side and giving a nod of approval. She’d held off getting her hair done for months. She was so used to it being at the bottom of the totem pole when it came to priorities that it felt good for once to get some TLC.
    This year would be different.
    The past was behind her, and she planned to keep it that way. It was a new start, even if the tension at home was still present.
    “What do I owe you?”
    Tonya threw her hand up. “On the house, darling,” she said in a thick Jamaican accent.
    Dana stood with several notes between her fingers.
    “That’s what you said last time.”
    Tonya put a hand on her wide hips. “Put your money away, and learn to accept.”
    “Look, I’ll pay you back. I’m good for it.”
    “I know, honey.”
    Dana gave a crooked smile.
    “Now, what have you got planned for the weekend?”
    “Besides working?”
    “Working? Don’t tell me you’ve filled a room?”
    She threw her jacket on, and picked up her bag. “There’s meant to be a coachload of players coming through town; thankfully they called my place first.”
    “Players? You mean the hunky, hot kind that are extensively easy on the eyes?”
    “Bowling. Old people.”
    She grimaced. “For a moment I thought you were in for an interesting weekend.”
    “Tonya, you are too much.”
    “Can’t blame a girl,” she said, sweeping up the hair around the chair.
    Dana approached her and gave her a kiss on the side of the cheek.
    “Shall I book you in at same time next month?”
    “Only if you let me pay,” Dana replied.
    “Ah, I can’t promise anything.”
    She shook her head. “Go on then.”
    Tonya was one