Chuckling to himself, Clete Anderson went to work putting down some dog tracks and attaching a discreet amount of dog hair to Johnny's clothing. After what had happened to Nancy, everybody would just eat it up. What he had left here would be plenty evidence enough against Lobo for a serious bounty hunt. The thing was, Clete knew just how to catch the wild, raping dog. All he needed was something to attract the animal.
And he knew the perfect bait.
DesirЋe Denning. What was more important, the girl or the money?
The money.
CHAPTER FIVE
DesirЋe could cry. Mark had left without a word to her. She'd wanted so much to discuss Priscilla Devereaux's phone conversation with him, and especially give him the opportunity to say something concerning Nancy Pace that would clarify the auburn-haired girl's malicious intimations. God knows, it wasn't that she'd readily believe such vicious gossip, nor wanted in the least to doubt his fidelity, but she hadn't the courage to broach the subject. She'd never seen him so distant, so guiltily ignoring her.
The lovely, honey-blonde, young bride could hardly believe it when he'd left her so coldly, his heavy footfalls pounding along the hallway until the outside house-door closed and his car started up. He must have seen her back stiffen as she listened on the phone, and the way her eyes darted at him when she heard what Priscilla had to say.
Well, she could be thankful for Carol and Rodney's being here, at least. She still had to see them tomorrow, where they were staying with her parents over at her erstwhile home, while Mark was away and Priscilla's snide phone call had aroused such doubts in her mind. She didn't want to be alone while her beloved – unfaithful? – young politician husband was away.