The Grave Between Us (A Noah & Cole Thriller, #2)

by Tal Bauer

Noah screamed, and the man dug his fingers in deeper. He smiled. “What is it about you, Noah Downing, that captured his attention? What did you do that brought Cole all the way out here?” Noah roared when the man twisted and hooked his fingers. He dragged Noah forward, lifting him from the ground by the crook of his hold inside Noah’s chest. Got his face right against Noah’s, until they were eyeball to eyeball. It was like staring into a black hole. Beyond the agony knifing through him, every nerve on fire, every muscle clenching—even as he gasped for breath that wasn’t coming, Noah felt the cold slide of something slither down his spine. Every hair on his body rose. He roared this time, more than a reaction to pain. This was different: horror put to sound. Conscious thought fled, and Noah had one image, one perfect moment left in his mind before terror blacked out all conscious thought: Cole and Katie, together, smiling at him, holding out their hands and beckoning him to join them. It was sunny, and they were outside, and Katie had white roses in her hand. Cole was whispering I love you, and Noah was whispering I love you, too, and he didn’t feel the man drop him back to the ground, didn’t see him lift Noah’s gun from the snow and push the barrel against Noah’s temple. “Cole—”