See No Evil

SEE NO EVIL AN EVAN BUCKLEY THRILLER JAMES HARPER JAMES HARPER BOOKS CONTENTS Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Chapter 41 Chapter 42 Chapter 43 Chapter 44 Chapter 45 Chapter 46 Chapter 47 Chapter 48 Chapter 49 Are you able to help? Free book giveaway Books by James Harper Audiobooks 1 Daryl Pierce came alive as if she’d bitten him. A black Audi A4 had just driven into the deserted parking lot. Its beams cut a swath through the darkness and the rain as it turned in, falling short of where they were hidden in the deeper shadows of the loading dock by a good ten feet. He swiveled his head to the right to watch its progress through the side window. Pressed himself deeper into the seat, a pointless involuntary reaction. A woman’s voice drifted up from his lap. ‘What’s wrong?’ ‘A car just drove in.’ ‘So? That’s what you wanted. The thrill of maybe getting caught. So long as it’s not a police cruiser I don’t care.’ An unwelcome thought went through Daryl’s mind. It had been Ava’s idea to come here, to this cheerless dismal place. How did she even know of its existence? Had she brought other men here? Was one of them in the black Audi? The thought lent a spiteful edge to his voice. ‘You’d care if it was your husband. It looks like his car.’ ‘Ha, ha, I don’t think. Besides, you don’t know what he drives.’ ‘I’m serious. Burnt-orange Honda Accord.’ That brought her head up. Fast. Sneaking a look over the top of the door at the car creeping across the pitted and weed-infested concrete towards the derelict warehouse on the other side of the lot. ‘You jerk. It’s probably your wife with three guys.’ The smile slipped off his face like birdshit off a windshield. She always had to go one better. Why not make it three well-hung black guys while you’re at it? ‘We should’ve gone to a motel.’ ‘You wanted a cheap thrill. I thought that’s what gets you excited.’ A sour, disappointed note entered her voice. ‘Can’t say it looks like it from here.’ He ignored her. Watching the Audi as it stopped in front of a door set into the side of the building opposite. ‘You said all these warehouses are empty.’ She didn’t answer. Busy trying to revive his flagging interest. Better than her saying, they were the last time I was here. On the other side of the lot, the driver’s door opened. The interior dome light snapped on. Daryl rocked in his seat as if he’d been slapped. ‘Shit!’ ‘What now for Christ’s sake?’ ‘I recognize that guy.’ She let out a heavy sigh, her voice weary. ‘Give it a rest, Daryl. It wasn’t funny the first time.’ ‘No, seriously. He’s getting out.’ He clamped his hand on the top of her head. Held her still. Pulled his own head down into his shoulders. Another subconscious gesture that achieved nothing. ‘Keep down.’ The urgent hiss of his voice stopped her pushing against him. She let her head slump into his uninterested lap. ‘Who is it?’ ‘I don’t know.’ ‘You just said—’ ‘I know what I said. I recognize him. But I can’t place him.’ ‘What’s he doing?’ The Audi’s passenger door opened as she asked the question. ‘Another guy’s getting out.’ ‘I bet it’s a couple of gays. They’re going to get in the back seat. More room.’ Daryl looked over at the two men. A shiver rippled through him that had nothing to do with his pants being down around his knees. ‘They don’t look like gays to me.’ Ava snorted, her breath warm on his stomach. ‘You can tell just by looking at them, can you?’ She went to raise her head. He locked his arms, stopped her. Despite his denial, the driver went to the back door on his side. Pulled it open. Leaned in. On the other side, the passenger opened his rear door, did the same. The driver’s body was blocking what they were doing from Daryl’s sight. The tightening knot in his stomach told him they weren’t straightening a picnic rug on the back seat to make themselves more comfortable. Then the driver stood up. Pulling at something. ‘Jesus Christ!’ ‘What?’ She tried to lift her head again. He pushed her down, harder this time. She squirmed against him, an angry whine in her voice. ‘Quit doing that. What the hell’s wrong with you?’ He held her firm, hissed at her. ‘Stay down. They’re pulling someone out of the back seat. His hands are tied behind his back.’ It was too much for Ava. She put the flat of her hand on Daryl’s stomach. Twisted her head out from under his hand. Popped it up. Across the parking lot a man stumbled out of the back seat of the black Audi. Fell to his knees in a puddle of dirty water. Looking straight at them. Except it wasn’t a couple caught in a tawdry extra-marital liaison that he saw staring horrified and unbelieving back at him. It was his own too-short future. The driver had his back to them. The passenger’s upper body was still in the car after pushing their captive out. Now he stood up. Pulled his phone from his pocket. Videoing the man on his knees as he walked around the front of the car to join his partner in their unholy task. He wasn’t paying attention. Maybe they hadn’t done their recon thoroughly enough. Or somebody had purchased the