Chapter 29

“What is it?” she asked impatiently, her stomach knotting painfully. “Did he get away?”

Montrose flipped his phone shut and hesitated. “Do you have anywhere to go? That’s safe, I mean.”

Home. A hot shower, then a nap in her own bed sounded heavenly . . . but Hunter’s earlier warning and the detective’s sudden jumpiness made Kata rethink that. “What happened?”

“The man who tried to kill you today was stabbed within ten minutes of hitting his cell. Inside job. Professional.”

Kata started to shake. “He’s dead?”

Nodding, Montrose ripped off his sunglasses and stared with grave, dark eyes. “Whoever is after you went to great pains to clean up his loose ends. He means business.”

Hunter was right; this attack hadn’t been random. In fact, her assailant had admitted that he was doing a job. Someone had hired him—then, once he’d been caught, snuffed him before he could talk to the police.

“They haven’t ID’d your would-be killer yet. He had no ink link