Stoic NOPD Detective Mitch Ransom is in control of his life until he agrees to testify before the grand jury against a brutal serial killer. Then he’s kidnapped, threatening his court appearance, and finds himself trapped with a woman he doesn’t like and believes he has to protect.
Tiffany Golden, a police dispatcher, is trying to break the mold set for her by her stripper mother. She wants to become a cop and is on the road to reaching that goal when she’s kidnapped along with the seasoned detective and is forced to help him find freedom.
"Put your hands up and keep 'em there. Both of you."
Keller County Detective Mitch Ransom whipped around. He knew that voice. It belonged to Sky Stringer, a low-life skunk he'd served with in Iraq. The ex-military man hunkered close by, brandishing a Taser and ogling Tiffany Golden, whom Mitch had just run into. Literally. The coffee on both their coats attested to that.
Mitch slapped his belt. Damn it. He wasn't wearing his duty weapon, and his cell phone was in the Jeep. Tiffany stared at Stringer in wide-eyed panic.
Mitch took note of the empty, dark street corner before stepping forward. Stringer held the Taser loosely in his left hand, telling the detective that if he challenged Sky, he'd pay for it. So he simply glared at his former comrade.
"Put that bug zapper away, Sky. Right now."
"Forget it, Detective." The lanky man in the tattered camouflage jacket spat the title like it tasted bad and swung the weapon toward the leggy blonde. Tiffany Golden was a police dispatcher and a former beauty queen, more of an acquaintance than a friend. Sky eyed her with want. "Get your hands up, too, Tiffany. You're going with us."
"Have you lost your freaking marbles, Sky?" Tiffany's eyes rounded. "You and I went out a couple of times, sure. But that doesn't mean you can order me around."
"Tiffany?" Mitch lifted a brow. She was too loud and bouncy for his tastes, but he never would've placed her with a skunk like Sky even if he'd known the jerk was out of jail. What the hell was going on?
Tiffany kept her well-manicured hands in the air. "I was bored, okay? He's ex-military."
"Yeah, with a dishonorable discharge." Mitch curled his lip. "Not to mention that he's an ex-con."
"You went to prison?" She gaped at Sky.
"Shut up, Mitch." The ex-con's cheeks darkened, and he glared at Tiffany. "I wouldn't have been caught if it wasn't for him."
"I didn't buy liquor at the PX and sell it to the Iraqis like you and your pals did," Mitch said. "Barker might've been the ring leader, but you were right behind him."
"You turned us in, you cheese-eating rat. Might as well have stabbed me in the back."
"Sky, go away without hurting us and maybe Mitch won't arrest you." Tiffany bumped Mitch's arm as if to convince him to acquiesce. "I'm on my way out of town, and I can't--"
"Knock it off, blondie," Sky interrupted. "I ain't lettin' either one of you go. I gotta take him, and you're a witness. My boss will kill me if I let you run your mouth."
"I won't say a word. I promise." She shook her head. "Just let me get to my car, and I--"
"Shut the hell up and be still!" He scowled and waved the Taser.
"Do what he says, Tiffany." Mitch stepped in front of her. Sky must have been hit in the head or something, especially if he wanted to involve the blonde dispatcher. She was flighty just like Mitch's mother had been, more trouble that she was worth. Not to mention unreliable and stuck on herself. He'd sooner be trapped with the sixty year-old librarian from the new branch on Hopkins Street.
Tiffany shoved him aside. "Look, Sky--"
"I said for you to shut your pie hole." The former infantryman jerked his free hand to the left. "That's my car. The red compact. Now, I'm gonna open the trunk and you're both gonna climb inside, real quiet like. We're going for a ride."