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If Looks Could Kill
BEVERLY BARTON
Get ready to embark on the ride of your life with this thrill-fuelled thriller, for fans of Karin Slaughter and Karen Rose.Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?The victims are found face-down in the murky waters of Cherokee Pointe, Tennessee. The murders all share the same characteristics: the victims are found naked except for a black, satin ribbon tied around they're necks – and they're all redheads.Meanwhile, Reve Sorrell has come to Cherokee Pointe seeking answers about her connection to bad girl Jazzy Talbot. With their stunning looks, the two redheads are mirror images of each other – but raised in very different worlds.As the serial killer leaves another chilling calling card, Reve turns to Sheriff Jacob Butler to help her unravel the deadly secrets of her past. But one person will do anything to stop her – and they are closer than she could ever imagine…
IF LOOKS
COULD KILL
BEVERLY BARTON
Copyright
This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.
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In memory of my father, a man with a kind and generous heart, a mind that thirsted for knowledge and a truly good soul destined for eternal happiness. This one is for you, Dee Jr., my daddy.
Contents
Cover (#u75178c3c-d91e-50e5-bcf2-8a4a40521914)
Title Page (#u7919159d-10cb-59bc-86d8-1e3f94c0e25d)
Copyright
Dedication (#uc9e79762-c76a-52b0-9751-a8341be598f1)
Prologue
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
Epilogue
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About the Author
Also by Beverly Barton
About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)
Prologue
Kat Baker applied the dark pink lipstick to her mouth, tossed the plastic wand onto the dressing table and stood up to view herself in the full-length mirror. Studying her image, she decided she looked damn good, despite her hair color, an outrageous shade of dark red. She’d been a brunette since childhood and had gone blonde in her early twenties, but never had she considered dyeing her long, glossy mane in red. However, being a working girl whose livelihood depended upon pleasing her clientele, she did whatever the men in her life requested. And this new man had the money to pay for the exclusive rights to her whenever he was in town.
Tonight would mark their fourth “date.” When he’d telephoned two days ago, he’d given her specific instructions on how to dress and where to meet him, just as he’d done on two previous occasions. He called himself Harry—no last name—but she knew that wasn’t his real name. Few of her clients ever divulged their true identities and she couldn’t blame them, although some used their real given names. They seemed to want to hear her cry out their name when she came. And she was good at faking those earth-shattering orgasms many men tried so hard to give her.
But Harry wasn’t like that. He didn’t seem to give a damn whether or not she got off, just as long as he did. A shudder passed through her as she recalled the last time he’d been in town. He’d come here the first time, as most of her johns did, to this small Knoxville apartment she rented strictly for her business dealings. She kept another place—her own private home—across town in a nicer neighborhood where no one knew what she did for a living. The first two times with Harry, he’d been aggressive and demanding, but hadn’t requested anything out of the ordinary. But the third time had been different. And truth be told, if he hadn’t offered her such an exorbitant amount of money to be available whenever he came to Knoxville, she’d never see him again. She could deal with rough sex, even with mild S&M, but Harry had come damn near close to choking her. When she’d managed to breathe again, she had tried to get away from him, but he’d held her down and fucked her like crazy.
Before he’d left that night, he’d given her a huge sum in cash, instructed her to dye her hair red and to wear a black corded ribbon around her neck the next time they were together. He’d even pulled the ribbon from his pocket and handed it to her. The guy gave her the creeps, but she’d convinced herself that he hadn’t really hurt her—just scared the shit out of her—and the money was three times what she usually made. A woman in her business who was over thirty had to think about her future, didn’t she?
Kat opened the middle drawer in her dressing table, reached inside and pulled out the black ribbon. As she tied it at the back of her neck, she wondered just what it was about this strip of black braided satin that turned Harry on. Probably some freaky thing from his past. Something to do with his mommy or his nanny or his teenage sweetheart.
Grabbing her purple leather jacket from the closet where she kept her working clothes, she thought ahead to her appointment and wondered what Harry would do to her tonight. Whatever it was, she was sure she’d earn her pay.
Kat’s eyelids fluttered as she tried to open her eyes, but the lids were heavy. So heavy. Her head throbbed something awful. Where was she? What had happened to her? Why couldn’t she remember?
She heard an odd noise rumbling in her ears and realized it was the sound of her own groans. Wake up, Kat. Dammit, girl, wake up.
Something odd was going on. Had somebody drugged her? Think. Try to remember. She’d had an appointment with Harry tonight. Oh, God, that was it! The last thing she remembered was having drinks with Harry. Wine. She hated wine, but he’d insisted, telling her that it was a very expensive bottle he’d bought especially for them.
Suddenly she felt something brush over her breasts. Hands. Large hands. A man’s hands. But those hands felt strange, as if they were covered in plastic.
She tried again to open her eyes, but without success. Then she tried to speak, but all she managed was a hoarse moan.
“You’re beautiful, Dinah,” a man said, his hands caressing her body with gentle force.
Who the hell was Dinah?
Kat moaned and tried again to open her eyes. When she gazed up at the man hovering over her, she recognized him. It was Harry.
Harry looked down at her and smiled as he rammed into her. “You’re always a good fuck, Dinah. The best.”
“Har . . . ree . . . ?” She couldn’t manage to keep her eyes open.
“You shouldn’t be waking up, my love. But it doesn’t matter. It’ll soon be over. For this time.”
For this time? Her mind was still so foggy she couldn’t think straight. She knew she was with Harry, knew he was screwing her and suspected he had drugged her. But why had he drugged her? He’d paid her for her services. She’d do anything he wanted. He knew that. Hell, maybe he got off fucking a woman while she was unconscious. You never knew what turned a guy on.
He pumped into her, his thrusts increasing in speed. She lifted her arms, intending to caress him, to urge him on, but her arms felt as if they weighed a hundred pounds each. That must have been some strong drug he’d put in her wine.
She forced her eyes open again only moments before Harry came. Grunting and shivering, he moaned into her ear. “Dinah . . . my Dinah.”
He lifted himself up and off Kat, then slid backward out of the car. Kat managed to halfway sit up. That’s when she realized they were in a parked car. She peeked out the window. Darkness. She stared at Harry, who stood just outside the open back door. He carefully removed the condom from his penis and placed it in a plastic bag.
How odd was that? Maybe the guy’s a neat freak.
After laying the bag on the floor board beside her, he zipped up his pants, which couldn’t have been an easy task with gloves on.
Gloves?
Why was Harry wearing plastic gloves?
Glancing at her, he smiled again. He reached out, shoved her back down on the seat, then caressed the black satin ribbon around her neck.
“Harry? What—”
“Hush, sweet Dinah. Don’t talk. It’s not part of our game.”
“What game?”
He laughed and the sound sent chilling ripples up her spine.
Harry untied the satin cord, then grasped the ends.
When Kat saw the wild look in his eyes, she panicked. She knew in that very instant that he was playing a deadly game.
“No . . . don’t,” she pleaded. “I—I don’t want to play this game.”
“I told you not to talk.”
He tightened the ribbon around her neck.
Grasping his hands, she struggled against him.
“Please . . .” Is he going to kill me?
He slowly tightened the ribbon more and more.
