Close Your Eyes (Kendra Michaels)
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Close Your Eyes
Blind for the first twenty years of her life, Kendra Michaels honed her other senses to almost superhuman perfection―and unintentionally became a secret weapon for the FBI. Her uncanny ability to pick up the most subtle audio, olfactory, and tactile cues in the world around her made her a law-enforcement legend. Today, her expertise is called for once again.
When Kendra is approached by a dubious source about a serial murder investigation, her instincts tell her to steer clear. This time, however, the case is personal: The next name to turn up on the killer's hit list is Kendra's own ex-lover, an FBI agent who disappeared without a trace. Now it's up to Kendra to pick up the trail―or close her eyes again…forever.
“Not because of you or Emma, Charlie,” she said gently. “You made my life richer. I have such good memories of those months we spent together.” She smiled as she brushed her lips across his forehead. “Though you never gave me one of those forbidden orchids. What kind of friend are you?” He threw back his head and laughed. “I didn’t know they existed back then. And they’re more trouble than they’re worth to most people except the addicts.” “Think about that beach. Maybe you could collect exotic
you go past me, and I knew this place was here.” She paused. “I can’t see anymore. I’m blind, like you. But Miss Woodward is right, I can hear that we’re close to the edge, and you might fall over.” “I wouldn’t fall over,” she said impatiently. “You might be that stupid, but I wouldn’t. I’m five steps away from the edge here and three steps away from where it narrows near where you came around the boulder.” “How do you know?” “I paced it. Mama says I always have to know where I am and what to
SMASH something, anything. Lynch strode down the corridor, not looking to the right or left. Not exactly the right mood or philosophy to experience in a hospital. And completely at odds with his usual cynical coolness. How long had it been since he had felt the urge to tilt at windmills and find a holy grail? Not that a holy grail would help Olivia. She was dying, and it was stupid even to hope. She would die and Kendra would lose her best friend and her heart would break. Death and the pain
the matter. And now I need some answers.” Bergen tried to wrench free, but Lynch’s grip was too strong. “I already told you, buddy. I have no idea what—” “You’re lying again.” Lynch raised a small dictation device and played him a few seconds of the phone call he and Kendra had heard and recorded after their first meeting with him “You’re a damned good liar, Bergen, but not good enough to explain your way out of this.” Bergen relaxed his tensed arm, admitting defeat. “Okay, fine. Shit. But I’m
interested in someone who looked like a Hells Angel.” She frowned thoughtfully. “Let’s try Ocotillo Wells. It’s out of the way. There’s a small airport nearby. It would have been convenient for Sanders and Briggs to make their deliveries. I don’t remember seeing a warehouse, but it’s worth a shot to see if there’s one there.” He nodded as he started the car. “Ocotillo Wells it is. From here, it will probably take us over an hour.” His phone rang after they’d been on the road about forty-five