Watch Me by Cynthia Eden Page A

angle. His cameras were on her doors. Going toward her windows. Hell, almost like he was making sure he had the chance to watch everyone who came in to see her.” Zack tapped the screen. “That camera up there is different. It’s placed so the man watching her gets an up-close view of your victim. An intimate view. And that feed did
not
transfer to Ethan Barclay’s bar.”
    “What?” Dev demanded. His head jerked to the left and he focused on Zack. “That’s not possible. I traced the feeds. They led right back to him!
I
traced them!” Now Dev was sounding all insulted.
    “You didn’t trace that one,” Zack said. “Because that feed didn’t go back to the same place.”
    Oh, hell.
If that feed didn’t lead back to Ethan…then who the hell did it lead back to?
    “I’m not wrong,” Zack sniffed. Now
he
sounded insulted. “I went to damn MIT. I know computers. I know tech. That feed didn’t go back to Ethan’s bar—the others did, but that one…hell, maybe he sent it to his home. Maybe we’ll find evidence there, but there was nothing related to it on any of the computers that we confiscated at Wicked.”
    Shit.
Shit.
    Lex looked up and found Faith’s gaze on him. “Did you ask Ethan about that feed?” he asked her.
    She shrugged. “He’s not exactly talking. Not with his lawyer here. They’re working on getting the guy back on the streets and any kind of confession from him, well, that’s not going to help things, now is it?”
    Shit. This case had just gotten one hell of a lot more tangled. Because if Ethan Barclay wasn’t the only threat against Gwen…if that jerk hadn’t been the only one watching her.
    She’s still in danger.
    ***
    Chance rushed out of his office building. Big damn surprise…it was snowing again. “Gwen!” The street was decorated for the coming holiday and the twinkling lights lit the scene. He ran right past those lights, sliding a bit on the snow, as he tried to search for Gwen.
    He saw her up on the corner. She was standing with her shoulders hunched.
Oh, Christ, please, don’t let her be crying.
Gwen’s tears tore him apart. “Gwen!” Chance yelled, cupping his hands around his mouth to try and make his call carry to her.
    She jerked and looked back. He saw her swipe her hand over her cheek.
Wiping away tears?
When she saw him, Gwen lurched forward. She rushed toward the street.
    He was already running after her. “Gwen, stop! Let me explain!” He had to explain this epic fuck-up before Gwen left him.
    He heard the growl of an engine. Saw the flash of lights turn on up ahead and then a van was racing down the road.
    Gwen was in the middle of the intersection. The sign on the street corner was flashing for her to walk, but she wasn’t walking—she was running.
    And the van was rushing straight for her.
    “Gwen!” Now fear was in his bellow because he was too far away from her. “Gwen, get out of the road! Run, run!”
    The van barreled toward her. Chance ran as fast as he could. He needed to get to Gwen. He needed to—
    The van roared through the intersection and he saw Gwen fly toward the bank of snow on the sidewalk. She fell into that snow.
    The van raced away.
    “
Gwen!”
    Fear stole his breath. He slipped, fell, then hauled ass to her. His whole body was shaking.
Did the van hit her? Did the van—
    She groaned. She was still in the snow.
    He reached down to her, and Gwen rolled toward him. Snow fell off her arms and her legs.
    “What was that guy’s problem?” Gwen mumbled as she brushed the snow off her face. “Didn’t he see me? I was right there!”
    Chance hauled Gwen to her feet. His shaking hands ran over every inch of her body, searching for an injury.
    Gwen can’t be hurt. She can’t be. I need her. Gwen can’t be hurt!
    “Stop it!” Gwen swatted at his fingers. “I jumped out of the way. The snow cushioned my fall. I’m fine.” She shoved at his chest. “Just let me go.”
    He held her even tighter. Chance buried his face