Sins of the Undead Patriot

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Author: a.c. Mason
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mother’s inability to protect you?” His hand pressed on her head, then his body forced her into the car on the passenger side.
    He had access to her medical records. The only legal option was a subpoena on the grounds she was a threat to national security. As long as he didn’t arrest her, he didn’t have to give her Miranda rights, which meant she was screwed.
    He marched around the front with his hand on his gun. The man was prepared to shoot her. My God, for what reason?
    “Well, is Mommy dearest or Daddy to blame for your inability to connect with others?” He sat in the driver’s seat, turned the key and peeled onto the road.
    Her parents had done the best they could. “Neither.”
    “Oh, come now...kids aren’t born as screwed up as you turned out.” A grin parted his lips. “Or was your smarts the issue? An IQ of 131 could make you a difficult know-it-all. None of the other kids wanted anything to do with you. What a disappointment you must be to your late father.”
    Nothing she had ever done measured up in her father’s eyes, so why bother trying? She had left that for Peter.
    “And yet, I feel sorry for you,” he said, trailing the back of his index finger up her cheek.
    She jerked away. The last thing she wanted was for people to feel sorry for her. Not that he appeared to mean it.
    “Your husband dies, and you can’t even mourn him. Pathetic. Wouldn’t you say?”
    In her own strange way, disconnecting from her emotions was her way of showing how deep the wound of losing him ran. Coldness was all she had.
    He turned off the road and pulled up next to a warehouse. The red aluminum siding had a thick coating of dust. On the horizon, the sun grew orange in the distance. He yanked her out of the vehicle.
    “Ouch.” For all she knew he wasn’t even a Fed. She couldn’t really picture CPD helping him if he wasn’t, though. “What do you want with me?”
    “Are you offering me something?” He leaned in, breathed deep and let out a misty exhalation of stale coffee.
    Yuck.
    He unlocked the door at the side of the building and pushed her in.
    She stumbled forward. At the center of the room was a table with a chair on each side. Four bulletin boards with glossy photos reflecting light thumbtacked in groupings were pressed on the walls.
    “You will be by the time I’m done with you tonight.” He shut the door behind him.
    Not a chance in hell. She was in the industrial park. Not a soul around, in an abandoned building.
    “It’s been a while since you’ve been with a man hasn’t it, Leera?”
    The way he said her name caused the hair on the back of her neck to rise.
    “Hasn’t it?” He raised his voice.
    Since her husband’s death nearly ten months ago, she couldn’t imagine wanting another man. “It has.” She lowered her face.
    “This arrangement could have other perks.”
    What arrangement?
    He traced her lip with his thumb.
    She yanked her face away from his inappropriate touch.
    He moved in closer, encroaching with his hand along her jaw, down to her collarbone. “Think about it.”
    She backed away, hindered by the table. Physical companionship wasn’t high on her list, and his offer didn’t elicit appealing thoughts of any such acts.
    Lifting his shades, he met her gaze with his hazel eyes. “I’d be lying if I said watching you get off with your toys hasn’t relieved me too. You’re nightstand drawer is impressive. My interest in exploring you is piqued.”
    He’d watched her. She shivered with disgust, avoiding his stare. Photos of her were tacked to the corkboard on her left. On the other side, her brother, Peter.
    “That’s a look of familiarity I see gleaming in those pretty black eyes.” He stepped back.
    Not even close to charming.
    He spun her and lowered her upper body to the surface of the table. “Slowly.” He guided her down. “I wouldn’t want to leave any signs of abuse.” He removed two latex gloves from the box next to her. “Nor physical.

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