Free Mine To Have (Mine - Romantic Suspense Book 5) by Cynthia Eden

never want more.
    She turned into his hand, and, still asleep, she whispered, “Saxon.”
    Fuck.    
    ***
    Victor hauled ass back to the Moontree Motel.  When he got there, it wasn’t a particular surprise to find the parking lot mostly empty. The folks in that type of place tended to clear out by dawn.
    He made his way back to room number thirteen.  The door was shut—not fully, because the lock had been smashed, but someone had tried to close the thing.
    “Those are bullet holes,” Tracy said from behind him.  Tracy had followed him to the motel while Gary stayed back to work more on the crime scene at Wesley Locke’s place.
    He nodded at her words, not even glancing over at Tracy. He’d already seen the holes that graced the side of the building—and those bullets had pierced right through the glass on the window.
    “It looks like there was one hell of a gun fight here,” Tracy continued, “and no one bothered to call the cops?”
    “You know this isn’t that kind of place.”
    “But, bullets—”
    He drew his own weapon and headed inside.  The door squeaked as he pushed it open, and the smell—a smell that he recognized too well—had his jaw clenching.
    “Cancel the APB,” Victor ordered as he stared at the men in front of him.  The bodies were on the floor.  They’d been hit multiple times, that was obvious.  Taken out, eliminated with brutal efficiency.
    “I thought Saxon said he left them alive.”
    Victor bent next to Tommy Haines’s body. He recognized the guy who’d been one of Taggert’s flunkies.  At least six bullet wounds covered the guy’s chest—and one had been fired right into his head.  “Yeah, that’s what he said.” He paused. “So that means our killer attacked after Saxon was clear.” Because he didn’t believe for a moment that Saxon had killed those three men.  Saxon wouldn’t lie to him about something like that.
    His gaze slid over to the other two bodies. Both men had also been shot in the head, execution-style. “We’ll need full work-ups on the bodies. Hopefully, the killer left behind a clue we can use to track him.”
    Tracy whistled.
    “Who the hell are we dealing with here, boss?”
    He didn’t know, but he was sure determined to find out. “Cancel that APB,” he said again. His gaze swept the room.  When folks in this motel had heard the first blast of gunfire, they would have hunkered down. The less they saw, the better—that was always the mantra in places like this one.
    Victor headed back out into the sunlight.  He sucked in a deep breath, one that didn’t taste like death, and gazed out at the empty parking lot. Sonofabitch.  Everyone had definitely cleared out of dodge. He turned toward the check-in office. Maybe the young clerk had managed to catch a glimpse of the killer.
    He headed into the check-in area. The bell over his head gave a little jingle when he opened the door. “Hey, kid,” he called out. When he’d gotten the room the night before, the guy behind the counter had barely looked eighteen. “Kid?”  No one else appeared to be in the small office.
    His gut clenching, Victor strode forward. His leaned over the counter and glanced down to the floor behind it.
    The desk clerk wasn’t going to be ID’ing anyone.  He was in a pool of blood. Just like the others, he’d been shot in the head. Another body, another damn pool of blood—when did this shit become my life?
    “Fuck,” Victor muttered. Someone hadn’t wanted to risk being spotted by the guy.  You came in here, didn’t you? Because you wanted to question the guy about Saxon and Elizabeth. Then when he’d stopped asking his questions, the perp had eliminated the witness.
    We’re dealing with a professional. One who can kill just as easily with his gun as he can with his knife. A guy who didn’t care how many people he took out.
    But something was nagging at Victor. If the guy was a professional hitter—and it sure looked that way—then why had