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Dedication

I dedicate The Deceived to Eirelander Publishing and their staff. A special thanks to Lee Morris, the owner of Eirelander Publishing, and for her patience and persistence while working with me. Thanks, also to editor, Theresa Stillwagon, for being so nice while being helpful. I couldn't have finished this book without them.

Prologue

October 17

Mike Mercer stood to the side watching Melanie Dubois talk to the news media. She was a piece of work, but he had to admit she had a hot body. He sighed crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned against his dark blue sedan, trying to blend in with the crowd. He wasn’t here to seduce her; even though her feistiness appealed to him, making him wonder what kind of lover she’d be. He was here to get her away from these people.

He would have to question her motives in front of the picketers and the media, so if she decided to go with The Opposition Group, Janet Batten and her followers, she wouldn’t be suspected of collusion with him. The confrontation might be fun, but more than likely he was going to get a tongue lashing. His lips curled up at the thought.

Hopefully, his cover hadn’t been discovered. He didn’t need these fanatics knowing he was FBI. A sloppily dressed journalist glanced toward Mike. Here was his opening.

Mike heaved himself away from the fender and strode into the center of the crowd. Once he reached Melanie, he grasped her shoulder, saying, “What the hell are you doing here? This is no place for you.”

Mel whirled around, jerking away from his touch. “Just who are you telling me what I can or can not do?”

He grinned down at the spitting feline image of tawny blonde hair swirling around her face. “Well, it sure looks like someone should take control of you,” he said. Pausing, his gaze roamed down her body, before he added, “But for your information I’m not telling you how to behave, I’m asking a question.” What he needed was an excuse to get her away from this bunch, but there wasn’t one.

“What I’m doing here is none of your business.”

“What is your connection to Melanie Dubois?” the journalist asked, sticking the microphone in front of Mike’s face.

“The only link between us is that I’m on the board of the Odyssey casino.” He glanced at Melanie. “There’s no way your family would want you here.”

“Why would I care about someone who doesn't love me?"

“I doubt that’s true.” What made her think that? Surely, she didn’t believe all the crap her father told her about her mother having an affair and that she was the result of that fling. “Don’t you even want to know what’s happening with your sister?”

“It’s all over the news, how can I miss it?”

Janet moved up beside them, putting her arm protectively around the young girl. “Stop harassing her, or I’ll call the police.”

Melanie didn’t know everything that was going on because the FBI told the media only what they wanted them to know. What would the younger woman think if she knew the FBI had used her sister as bait to catch the serial killer terrorizing the area? Her hostility would be nothing compared to what it would be if she learned that detail.

There was nothing he could do right now, Batten would use Melanie for her own ends until the older woman had no further use for her. He glanced behind him, noticing people closing in on him. Even though he saw Dan Travis, the light brown-haired ATF agent, there wouldn’t be any help there. He’d never break his cover either.

Hell, he’d better get out of here.

“You’re a big girl; you can make your own decisions.” He gazed into large blue eyes filled with distrust and shaded by long black mascara covered lashes. It saddened him to see her wasting her womanhood on their cause because they weren’t after the same thing she was. She wanted to save people, and they wanted to destroy them. “I just hope you don’t regret those decisions later.”

With a nod at the journalist and one more glance at Melanie, he turned and leisurely walked toward his car. He kept an eye on the man with the scar. That guy was a bad ass, and he had a record as long as his arm to prove it. Al Slavery was the dangerous one in the bunch. The others were nothing but drones.

Chapter One

November 18

Dressed for the day in pale blue sweats, Mel stood in the drab, dark kitchen of Janet Batten’s house and debated what to do. The growl of her stomach made the decision for her, she’d fix breakfast. She switched on the light over the sink, and reached into a lower cabinet for a couple of skillets. She poured olive oil in one pan and went to the freezer for sausage to put in the other one. Slowly, she drew ingredients from the refrigerator and placed them on the butcher block counter before she went to the pantry for potatoes and onions.

Early morning was her favorite part of the day, it was quiet and no one was around.

Why was she being left out of everything this group was doing? After being here for a month, she was still being treated like an outsider. It was almost like she was still at home. Why wouldn’t they let her help? She’d been picketing, but she knew there was more going on than just that.

Did they consider her a part of the establishment they were trying to destroy? True, she would inherit a portion of the Odyssey Casinos, but she didn’t want any part of the company. Why should she when her family treated her like a wicked stepchild? If that was the problem, she’d tell Janet that she would sell her part and use the money to help those who were addicted to gambling.

She didn’t want to belong to an industry that destroyed anyone, or their livelihoods. She’d led a privileged life on the backs of losers, living in a huge home, going to private schools and college because of them.

Thinking of the Odysseys’ always made her think of her family. Her relationship with them had been rocky for many years. Even so, she loved her sister, Jolene, and they’d been great friends when they were younger. After her sister was saved from the monster who’d kidnapped her, Mel had wanted to go see her, but didn’t want to risk being forced to leave this group by her mother and stepfather.

Absorbed in her thoughts, knife in hand chopping onions vigorously, she didn’t hear anyone come into the kitchen. A large shadow appeared on the wall in front of her, Mel swung around with the knife pointed at the person’s chest.

Recognizing Janet, her heart still pounding, she lowered the sharp edge. “You scared me to death.”

“I’m sorry I frightened you,” Janet said, stepping back. “You must’ve been in deep thought because I said, ‘Good Morning’ when I first walked in.”

“I was thinking about how I don’t feel included in your plans. It feels like home. I was always an outsider there, too.”

The older woman wrapped the younger one in her arms.

“We didn’t mean to do that, Melanie. You should’ve told me sooner how you felt,” Janet said, releasing her and gazing into the girl’s blue eyes. “We want you to feel wanted and comfortable in your new home.”

“Then why can’t I do something besides picket?” Janet probably thought she sounded like a big crybaby. She turned away to keep busy as she waited for the answer, she scrapped the ingredients from the cutting board into the skillet.

“It looks like you’re doing something besides picketing. Do you have enough for everyone?”

Mel glanced at Janet and caught a smile on her face. “I’ve got enough for a small army, but you know I didn’t mean this.” She poured in the scrambled eggs and put bread in the toaster.

Janet walked to the fridge drawing out butter and milk to place on the table. “After breakfast we’re having a meeting, and it would be helpful for you to tell your family’s story,” and then casually asked, “Would you be willing to do that?”

“Sure, I want to.” That was an understatement; she couldn’t wait to tell everyone about the evils of gambling. Yeah, she’d gladly let them know what the casinos had done to her dad. Janet had promised her when she came here she would become involved with major activities and maybe this was the start.

Janet stopped beside her, caressing the top of Melanie’s head. “It’ll go a long way to help alleviate the others distrust of you.”

“Thanks for the opportunity to explain myself.” So that’s the reason she hadn’t been able to get close to any of these people except Janet. Well hell, if that’s why they were ignoring her, she’d spell it out why she was here.

“I’ll let you know when I’m ready for you.”

“Thanks,” Mel murmured, as she darted a glance at the salt and pepper-haired woman while Janet took silverware and plates to the long, scarred wooden table. “Why are you so nice to me?”

Janet walked to stand beside her. “I had a daughter about your age.” She touched Melanie’s arm. “If she had lived, I would want her to be like you.”

Mel leaned toward Janet. “I wish I’d had a mother who loved me.” It would have been nice to have someone really care about her. She glanced past the woman as she heard people streaming into the kitchen. “We’d better hurry, here they come.”

The first person she saw was Al Slavery, who could miss that evil scarred face. It was all she could do to keep from flinching as he drew closer to her. Next came Dan dressed in his usual jeans and sweater with a swagger that would turn on most women. Several young stringy-haired women in sweats and a few older men followed behind him.

“Leave the juice on the counter along with the food. It won’t hurt them to help themselves today.” Janet winked at her.

Mel smiled at Janet, saying, “Good idea.” She swished the food from the skillets onto platters.

Janet winked at her and turned toward the people before they could sit at the table. “Come and get it before it gets cold.”

The guys grabbed plates and rushed forward. Mel backed away from the counter so she wouldn’t be trampled in their attempt to get to the food. It would be a miracle if there was any left; she’d probably have to settle for a bowl of cereal.

“Hey, you guys leave some food for the rest of us,” Janet barked, sounding like a drill sergeant.

Mel suppressed a grin, watching the men take smaller portions. She might get to eat some of her cooking after all. She flinched when Slavery purposely brushed against her scowling at him.

The man gave her the creeps.

*****

A couple of hours later, Melanie watched people gather in the living room from where she sat on the brown-striped couch. None of them came near her, even though she scooted to one end. They obviously preferred to sit in the orange and beige matching chairs or on the floor rather than next to her. The red and black flannel-shirted man she knew as George glared at her as he took his seat.

When Janet, her forehead slightly beaded with perspiration, walked into the room and stood in front of them, everyone stopped talking and expectant faces turned toward her. She stood in the middle of the huge family room, light glowing down on her, making her look like a prophet with her arms spread.

A hush settled over everyone, faces rose expectantly as though waiting to hear from their savior. Well, she was in a way since the woman had taken them in after they’d lost everything to gaming. It was amazing how these vacant-faces lit up when Janet spoke.

“Let’s pray for the salvation of those we are trying to save from the wickedness of gambling.” Janet bowed her head. “Dear God, bless our crusade to save poor souls from the hell holes of iniquity. Watch over us tonight and keep us safe as we picket before the Odyssey, and help us reach the spirit of those who have lost their way. Amen.” She raised her head, asking, “Are you ready soldiers?”

People jumped to their feet, waving their hands and yelling, “Yes. Yes, we are.”

“We’ll do anything you ask of us,” George, a ruddy-faced man, said.

Smiling, she stuck her hands palm down in front of her and waved them up and down. “Calm down, children.” When everyone sat, she nodded at Melanie. “Many of you have wondered why Melanie is here, since she’s part of the industry we’re against, so today we’re going to give her a chance to explain.”

Mel stood and walked to stand beside Janet. The woman put her arms around her shoulders, whispering, “Your story will rouse them even more.”

Mel smiled up at the maternal gray-haired woman. “Thanks for allowing me to join this wonderful group. I do want to help, and I’m willing to do anything.” She took a deep breath, gazing into their faces as she rubbed her moist palms down her sweat pants. How could she make these people believe she belonged here with them?

“Humph. Seeing is believin’,” George said from his seat on the couch.

“It’s okay, go ahead. There won’t be any more interruptions,” Janet said, frowning at the man.

“I don’t blame him for not believing me.” She clenched her hands and lowered her chin to her chest. “I’m ashamed to admit my family owns the Odyssey Casinos.”

“I know you don’t like what your casino and others are doing to our families here in the Mid-West any more than the rest of us.” Janet hugged Melanie, releasing her a moment later. “Why don’t you explain what gambling did to your family.”

Her chest swelled as she inhaled, then exhaled and moved her hands nervously as she gripped them in front of her. “My father was addicted to gambling, and it killed him.” Not able to stand still, she paced in front of the people, no longer seeing them. She clenched and unclenched her fingers. “My father became indebted to loan sharks, and in order to pay them off, he became involved in a scheme to sell the Odysseys to the Moneymaker Casino, a company involved in money laundering.”

Damn. Double damn. Why did he do it? She bit her lower lip to keep them from trembling as she talked about the man she’d loved. “His partner didn’t trust him and, believing Daddy was double crossing him, killed him.” Coming to a stop in front of them, with her head high, she added heatedly, “My father would be alive today if it weren’t for gambling. I intend to close every single one of them.” She’d make the casinos pay for what they did to her father.

Loud clapping followed her last statement.

“That is so sad, Melanie. You may not have lost your home like the others here, but your loss was something far more precious.” Janet touched the younger woman’s arm. “Do you have more to add?”

Get a grip, Mel. Don’t fall apart now. Gaining control of her emotions, she said, “Yes, I do.” Forgive me, Sis, for what I’m about to say about you. “One addiction leads to another, my dad and my sister were both addicted to gambling, smoking and alcohol. My sister was able to break the drinking habit recently by going through rehab.”

“Oh sure, she has. How long has she been off alcohol?” George asked, in a scoffing tone.

Mel gazed at the older, red-faced man. She knew he’d lost his home, his wife and his job because of gambling, but she didn’t think that was his only problem. There’d been a time or two she’d caught him taking a swig from a wine bottle he’d stashed in different spots around the house. Once, she’d even caught him digging one out of the snow.

He’s definitely an alcoholic. Only Jolene had conquered her demons and George was still battling his. Janet had to know he was drinking. Mel couldn’t understand why the woman allowed him to continue to stay in her home.

“Only about six months, but she goes to her AA meetings regularly.” She hoped Jolene was still sticking to the program, but Mel didn’t really know.

“Oh, she’ll fall off the wagon,” George sneered. “They all do.”

Had the man tried to quit drinking and failed? “My sister will be one of those who’ll have the strength to stay off alcohol,” she said, glaring at the man. Jolene better not start again. She’d brain her if she didn’t stay with the program. She and her sister had their problems, but Mel still wanted Jolene to be happy. The damn men Joley got involved with used her because she was desperate for love.

The pinch on her arm halted her speech. Obviously, Janet wanted her to stick to the topic of gambling.

She glanced up at the woman, saying, “I’m sorry I strayed from the topic.”

“Well, it’s true that people light up and drink when they gamble, but it’s a problem that can be addressed another day. Thank you for telling your reasons for being here, Melanie.” Janet patted Melanie’s shoulder, giving her a little shove. “It’s time for everyone to get their clothes ready for tonight. It’s going to be extremely cold with the wind blowing and snow expected any time so put on your warmest clothes.”

Oh shit, why couldn’t they wait for summer to picket? She hated winter. Walking away from Janet, she decided she’d better make sure her long underwear was clean, or she would freeze her ass off tonight.

When she reached the stairs, she glanced back and noticed Al, the man she’d nicknamed Scarface because of the long scar on one side of his face, in a huddle with Janet and Dan. What’s up?

*****

“She’s feeling left out,” Janet said, pausing as she watched Melanie go up the stairs. “If we don’t give her something more to do, she’s going to get bored and leave.”

“We can’t let that happen,” Al Slavery said.

“Why not?” Dan asked angrily. “I say let her go and good riddance. She’s nothing but a spoiled brat, and she might ruin everything for us.”

“Good thing you aren’t running the show,” Al sneered.

“Well, you aren’t either,” Dan said.

“Stop it right now.” Janet glared at both men. “Dan, I want you to make sure Melanie doesn’t get too bored around here.” Al was right, they couldn’t let her leave, but even he didn’t know the plan Janet had concocted for little Miss Dubois.

“Yeah, and how do you want me to do that?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“You could start by talking to her for one thing. I’m sure you can come up with some ideas on your own.” Janet smirked. “You’re a man, aren’t you?”

“Not much of a one,” Al snarled, then snickered.

Janet watched Dan send a baleful look Al’s way. She’d better watch these two; they hadn’t hit it off since they’d met. These men wouldn’t be allowed to mess up her scheme. Which one would she get rid of if she had to?

Al had been with her since the beginning when they started doing harmless things like picket at cemeteries for dead soldiers. Dan was unknown, but he seemed more reckless, more willing to take chances. He might be more useful than Al for what she planned next.

A loud knock at the door caused Janet to turn toward the sound just as it banged open and a large man stormed through the entrance and stopped. “Where is she?”

“Who in the hell are you?” Dan demanded, running forward to grab the man by the collar.

Exactly. Who is this man invading her house? Janet watched the giant brush Dan off like a fly. Dan wasn’t exactly short at six feet, but the other fellow had a few inches on him. As she saw Dan raise his fists and Al rush forward to help, she decided it was time to stop this nonsense before they tore up the place.

“Wait a minute,” she said, walking forward. “Who are you looking for?”

“I want Melanie Dubois.” The agitated man looked around the room. “Where is she? I know she’s here.”

“Al, go get Melanie,” Janet said. “Why do you want her?”

“Her mother asked me to bring her home.”

“Don’t you think we should leave that up to her?” Janet asked in an appeasing tone, as she watched Al run up the stairs. “I’m sure Melanie is old enough to make up her mind where she wants to live.”

“I’m sure she’ll want to leave when she learns that her sister is getting married soon,” Mike said.

What was she going to do if he actually persuaded the girl to go with him? Melanie loved her sister and would want to be included in the wedding. “Well, we’ll see, won’t we?”

She watched the dark-haired man with sideburns turn as Melanie ran down the stairs. He looked familiar to her for some reason.

“Who wants to see me?” Mel asked, stepping off the last step and moving close to Janet.

“This man wants to talk to you,” Janet said, waving her hand at the giant. Now, she remembered, he’d confronted Melanie on the picket line a while back.

Melanie swung around, her head rose until she stared at the man. “What are you doing here? Didn’t I make myself clear before that I’m staying here?”

Towering over her, he said, “You did. I sure as the devil wouldn’t be here if it were up to me. I’m only here because of your mother and your sister.”

Her hands on her hips, she said, “Well, you can go back and tell my mother and sister I’m not coming home.”

Janet put her hand on her shoulder as an idea formed in her mind. “Melanie, you should hear him out. Your sister is getting married and wants you to be in her wedding.”

The big man nodded.

“When is the wedding?” Melanie asked.

“It’s in December, the day after Christmas.”

Melanie stared up into his face. “That’s a long ways off. I’m not going with you. Tell my sister I’ll be in touch.”

“Have it your way. It doesn’t mean a damn to me.” He turned, pulled the door open and glanced over his shoulder. “Sorry to have bothered all of you.”

Watching him pull the door closed, Janet already had a plan.

Chapter Two

While sitting in his dark green sedan at the exit to the Odyssey Casino’s parking lot, Mike rubbed his arms and legs trying to keep warm. He thoughtfully watched Melanie march back and forth on the tamped down snow across the street.

After his last encounter with the twenty-two-year-old blonde, he’d decided she might be valuable to him. He’d used her sister’s wedding as an excuse to get inside the house. She hadn’t fallen for the wedding bit, but he’d seen on her face the longing for her family.

Chuckling, he’d remembered he’d barely gotten inside the door before Dan jumped him. The man had torn into Mike. He’d been able to tell Dan was pissed at him for coming there. His gaze returned to Melanie, he had to figure out a way to talk to her, and he expected Dan could make that happen. That’s why he hoped the guy would show tonight.

Her small frame appeared fragile. Bundled in a bulky tan coat with red knit muffler, hat and gloves, he knew better after his tangle with her and from observing some of the battles between her and her mother. She was a lioness when it came to protecting those she believed needed her.

The older woman dressed in jeans, boots and a long, gray coat walked beside her with an arm thrown over the slim shoulders. Frosty breaths of air came from their mouths as they talked. How in the devil would he get Melanie Dubois away from the old hag? Could he get her alone long enough to listen to him, so he could persuade her to believe him? He would have to rely on Dan’s help, and he wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize his mission.

The undercover ATF agent was a daredevil. Could he even trust him to help keep Melanie safe? Suddenly the door opened, letting in a burst of icy air.

Tensing, Mike swung toward the intruder, but relaxed when he saw the man he’d been thinking about slide into the passenger seat. Ever since Dan texted him to say he had information, Mike had expected him to show up here. He hadn’t known if Dan could get away from the group without drawing attention. The fellow took so many chances that one of these days he could get caught.

Dan slid off his fur-lined, black leather gloves and blew on his hands. “Damn. It’s cold out there tonight.” Rubbing his palms together, he stared across the street and added, “The old bitch’s soul is on fire, and she needs to cool it off.”

“It’s her way to control you, so you don’t get restless.” Mike gave the man a fleeting glimpse before returning his gaze to the picketers tramping through the snow. “How did you get away?”

“I’m getting coffee for everyone. I’ve got to hurry.”

“Okay. What’s so important that you risked your cover to talk to me?” Mike asked, glancing at the man.

“Melanie’s bored sitting around the house all day doing nothing. Janet’s got a plan for her, but she hasn’t told me yet. She has asked me to take Melanie out partying to get to know her better.” Dan turned toward Mike. “We might be able to use her to our advantage, but if I give you a chance to talk to her you must act like you don’t know me.”

“No problem. If you take her to O’Reilly’s bar and grill on Friday night I can be there.”

“Isn’t that the karaoke bar?” Dan asked.

“Yeah. They’re packed then, so it would be hard for anyone to spot us if you’re followed.”

“One other thing, something is planned soon for one of the casinos, so be on the watch.”

“You can’t give me any information other than that?” Mike asked. Dread crawled into his mind. He knew what would have to be done—station more people inside and out of all casinos.

“She keeps everything close and doesn’t tell her plans until she’s ready to implement them.”

“Will they use Melanie?” He had to remove her from this cult before she either ruined three years of undercover work, or ended up dead.

“No. Janet has some grand production for her. Remember, the girl can’t know our connection to each other.” Dan’s lips twisted. “You understand?”

“Yes, I’ve got it.”

“Good.” Dan rubbed his hands together, then pulled on his gloves. “Today, Janet gave one of her sermons to get everyone riled up. She even had the Dubois girl give a speech.” He shoved his hat down and laid his hand on the door. “I better get going.”

Mike couldn’t help wondering what Melanie said to stir up the cult members. Even though she missed her family she still had issues with them.

“Melanie’s noticed everyone divided into groups whispering, but now she thinks she knows the reason why, but that won’t last for long. She’s going to get curious again.” He opened the door and crouched beside the car. “She’s not dumb.”

“I would like to get her out of there soon.” Melanie needed to know what was going on.

“That’s going to be easier said than done,” Dan said, chuckling. “That chick is one stubborn woman.”

“We’ve still got to…” The door slammed before he could say more. Damn guy. He watched his shadow move , waiting for Dan to get away to make sure he wasn't spotted by someone in the mob.

His gaze went to Melanie again. Her intelligence is what made him think he could turn her to their side, but he would need concrete evidence to gain her help? He’d always admired her outspokenness, she was smart and honest. Not only that, her delicate blonde beauty attracted him when he was near her. There was a certain sizzle between them he would like a chance to explore, along with getting his hands on her luscious looking curves.

Mike watched Dan hurry to the group with a tray full of cups. He saw the ATF agent hand the first one to Janet, then to Melanie and the rest of the protestors. He turned the ignition and raised the heat while scrutinizing them as they drank the steaming coffee and talked animatedly. Mike gripped the wheel and turned onto the street, wishing he could hear what they said.

His lips curled at the thought of Melanie’s fiery temper, and how he would get another taste of it when he confronted her. The memory of her blue eyes blazing, her nostrils flaring and her hands on her hips was a definite turn on for him. Oh man, he was in for it. He chuckled. He would enjoy a little tussle with her.

Oh hell, he had more important things to think about. It was time to get going. Driving away, he dialed a number. At the pickup on the other end, he said, “You better notify all the casinos that something is going on.”

“Well hell, that’s a big help,” his boss said.

“I know, but my contact said Batten doesn’t tell them anything until right before the event.” He closed his cell. His boss would give them agents to help out, so they would have extra eyes watching all of the entrances. Also, the casinos had extra surveillance installed to prevent anything from happening. It would have to be enough.

*****

A few days later, Mike stood on the stage at O’Reilly’s singing Blue Suede Shoes and glancing at the door. They were late. Had they been able to get away, or had they been prevented from coming? As he reached the end of his song, Melanie walked through the door giggling at something Dan had whispered in her ear. He turned his focus back to the swaying audience doing a little shuffle, before he handed the microphone back to the MC.

He bowed and waved at the spectators loudly clapping for him.

“Jail House Rock. Jail House Rock,” the audience chanted.

A hand on his shoulder stopped him. “Hey, Mike, what about one more?”

He glanced at Dan and Melanie settling at a table in the back against the wall. Thankfully, they’d picked the darkest spot in the bar to sit. They hadn’t noticed him on the stage yet, but they would when he started his next song. With a nod at the MC, Mike took the microphone.

The music started, and he did some hip gyration to warm up, and then began belting out the words to Jail House Rock. Getting into the song, he closed his eyes and clicked his fingers in time to the music while doing more contortions. He’d loved imitating Elvis ever since he first saw his movie, Blue Hawaii, as a child. After that he’d watched every one of his movies with his mom and dad until they’d died.

His grip tightened on the mic. Why had he thought about them? It must be because of this case involving people he cared about. He didn’t want to open up that old wound. He brushed at the hair on his forehead and shook his head. Damn. Was he even singing the right words?

His eyelids jerked open. He gazed directly into eyes that he knew were blue staring at him from across the room. He’d gotten her notice now. He would wait until later to figure out why his parents were on his mind again. He shimmied and rotated his hips one way and the other while grinning at the drop of her jaw. Oh yeah, she’d recognized him and was surprised by this persona. Doing one last rotation, he finished up the song and handed the mic to the MC. His gaze still on Melanie, he jumped off the stage and strode toward her.

At the table, he pulled off his leather jacket and placed it on the back of the chair before sitting in it. “Hi, fancy seeing you at my favorite hangout.”

“It’s mine, too, but I’ve never seen you here before.” Mel looked suspiciously back and forth between them. “Do you two know each other?”

“Hey, calm down, I met him for the first time at the house the other night.” Mike scooted forward.

Dan stared at Mike a moment, then his eyes widened. “I remember you now. You tried to take Melanie home.” His gaze shot disbelievingly to Melanie. “Did you invite him here?”

Attaboy, Dan. Go on the defensive before she can. Mike wanted to laugh out loud, but he managed to hold it in.

Melanie stared at Dan, her brow wrinkling. “Absolutely not. I don’t want to go home.”

He’d better diffuse this in a hurry before she figured out what was really going on. “Hey you two, is it so strange I might come to a place on the same night you’re here?” Placing his arms on the table, he added, “It’s a wonder we haven’t bumped into each other before since this is one of my haunts.”

“I guess you’re right,” Mel murmured.

“What’s your name?” Dan stuck his palm out. “Dan Travis.”

Shaking his hand, he said, “Mike Mercer.” He hoped they’d managed to convince her they didn’t know each other. What would she think when she learned the truth? She might never trust him again when she found out. Not that he would blame her after all the lies she’d been told in her life.

“I’ve got to go to the john” Dan said, standing. “Anyone want a beer?”

“Sounds good to me.” He watched the Alcohol, Tobacco, Fire and Explosives agent walk away surveying people at the tables as he passed them. Hunching forward, he turned his attention to Melanie. He might not have much time, so he’d better get with it. “You have a right to be suspicious; I’m not here just for Karaoke. I need to talk to you somewhere private.”

“Have you been following me?” she demanded.

“Some,” he answered honestly.

“If this is about my sister’s wedding forget it. I’ve already made my mind up.” She shot from her chair startling him back “They need another singer.”

Mike watched as she ran forward into the crowd, yelling and waving her hands. That wasn’t a very good start. This was not the place to convince her to help him, but how could he get her out of here? He could only imagine what she would say when he told her what he wanted.

“Okay, folks, don’t be bashful,” the MC said.

“Here, I am,” Melanie said, stepping up beside the man.

The MC led her to the podium and asked, “What do you want to sing?”

“I’m going to sing Miss Independence by Kelly Clarkson.” Melanie strode across the floor leaning over the stage, her tight black skirt inching up, and belted the words ‘miss independent’ to the customers close to her.

Damn. He was in trouble; Miss Dubois was letting him know she wasn’t going to be told what to do. He couldn’t help himself, but he was probably grinning like an idiot. Hell. He was up to the challenge. He’d handled little Miss Spoiled Bitches before. In fact, he’d had them falling all over themselves to do his bidding. Hmmm. Somehow, he didn’t think it would happen this time.

Dan plunked three iced mugs on the table and sat down. “Well, did you say what you wanted to?”

“Hell no. She left to go perform.”

“What are you going to do?”

Mike shrugged, smiling, he murmured, “She’s good.” The song was a perfect fit for her. Not many men would be able to tame that one, but then maybe they wouldn’t want to. She was fine just the way she was.

Melanie stepped off the stage, her blonde hair swinging across her shoulders. She accepted the bravos and well wishes from her fans with a grin and a wave of her hand. Arriving at the table, she sat down and sipped her beer. Wiping her mouth, she said, “That’s the most fun I’ve had in weeks.”

Dan shoved his mug over to her. “I’ll go get me another.”

Mike watched him leave again wondering if this new opportunity to speak to Melanie would be enough time. He sipped his beer as he glanced at her. “I really need to talk to you in private. There are things going on at home you need to be made aware of.”

“Go ahead. Spill it, I’m listening.” Mel leaned toward him.

“I can’t. Your friend will be back in a moment,” he said, glancing toward the bar.

“You can say anything you want about my family in front of him. Everyone at the house knows my feelings toward them.” Leaning away, she picked up her mug and greedily gulped her beer, then slammed the glass on the table.

“I wouldn’t be comfortable talking in front of him.” He shrugged. “Okay. If you’re not curious about what’s going on, I’m out of here.”

She grabbed his arm as he slid his chair back. “Wait. I’ll meet you at the bathrooms when Dan returns.”

Mike slid forward grasping his mug between his big hands. “Okay.”

“Here you go folks.” Dan planted more mugs on the table. “More beer for everyone.”

Melanie drank the rest of hers. “I have to go to the ladies room.”

Mike watched her walk off, hips swaying as she strode around the tables, before he said, “I better go too if I’m going to drink a bunch more.”

“You better not come back, Mike. Janet’s second in command just walked through the door.” Frowning, Dan said, “He may be keeping an eye on Melanie and me.”

“Damn, I’m supposed to meet Melanie in the back. Can you hold him here if he spots you?” Mike asked. He had to be careful now; he couldn’t allow Slavery to see him talking to Melanie.

“I’ll do my best. Janet Batten doesn’t trust anyone completely. She’s paranoid, and she has everyone in that house spying on every one else.” He lowered his gaze to the table and hissed, “Get going.”

Mike stood, as a group rose from the next table, and he followed them closely, hoping that anyone seeing him would think he was with them. He’d seen Slavery as soon as he walked through the entrance. With that scar on his face, he was easily recognizable.

He’d talk to Melanie and get the hell out of here. He’d persuade her to help him, to get close to Janet Batten, and learn exactly what was on her mind. No man had been able to get near enough to the woman to find out exactly what she was thinking. Mike thought another female could do that, especially a younger one, but he had to gain her confidence first. She had to believe him.

*****

Mel walked out of the bathroom and halted when she saw Mike standing by the men’s room.

“Go back by the telephone so no one can see us talking.”

Mel walked passed him. She would listen to him and pretend to go along with whatever he said, only she wouldn’t make it easy for him. This was working out just the way Janet had planned. She would go back to her family as a spy for the group leader.

At the phone booth, she stopped, saying, “Okay, what’s so important that you have to talk to me?”

Mike grabbed her by the shoulder and swung her around. “Let’s quit playing games. Are you going to listen to me or not?” At the alarm in her eyes, he gave her a shove. “If not, I’m out of here.”

She rubbed at the shoulder of her white sweater marveling at the heat burning her. This man might recognize what she was up to, so she’d better make this good. “I’m listening.”

“Good.” He surveyed the area, then said, “Al Slavery is here.”

“Why would he be here?” Mel asked in a worried voice. Old Scarface would be the last person she would ever want to be caught alone with. She’d been afraid of him before, but the day Mike visited and Slavery came upstairs to get her had been really scary.

Al had brushed against her body with his when he gave her Janet’s message to come downstairs. She’d jerked away from him and practically ran for the stairs, but he’d followed her closely, and his fingers touched her butt all the way down them, even though she’d tried to outrun him. The guy gave her the creeps.

“Maybe he doesn’t trust you.”

“It doesn’t matter if he trusts me. Janet does, and she runs our outfit.” She wished he’d get on with it, and tell her whatever he was going to. “I’m ready to listen, and you’re not saying a thing.”

“Your family wants you to come home. Jolene wants you to be her maid of honor and to help pick out her wedding gown.”

“I have no problem with helping Jolene and going shopping with her, but I’m not living at Mom’s.” She’d play hard to get before she gave in. Even though she and Janet had already decided Mel would have to stay at her mother’s house to convince them she wasn’t with the group anymore

“I’m sure they’ll have no problem with that.”

What do I do now? She’d expected him to try to persuade her to come home. Damn, she would like to wipe that grin off his face. He acted like he knew what she was thinking all along.

“Well, if I find it’s easier to stay at Mom’s than to go back to Janet’s house every night, I can.” She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. “No big deal.”

His dark arched brow told her he was skeptical at her turnaround. He acted like he’d figured out what she was up to. Laughter moving closer to them warned her that someone might be entering their space.

Mike stuck his hands in his pockets. “You’d better get back to Dan before Slavery comes looking for you.”

“Okay.” Ice prickled her skin at the thought of running into that man here alone. “Just tell Jolene I’ll be in touch with her tomorrow. I need to let Janet know what I’ll be doing.” She strutted away, her shoulders thrown back, determined not to show her fear of Scarface if she met him before getting to Dan.

Chapter Three

Mike had noted the frightened look on Melanie’s face before she swung away and on nearly a dead run headed for the crowded room. For some reason, she was scared of the scar-faced man, and he was determined to find out why. Going out the back exit, he wondered what had kept him from telling her who he was.

Could it be the ‘uh, oh, what do I do now’ expression on her face when he’d gone along with her plans to live at Batten’s house at night instead of at her mother’s. Or her quick change of heart to stay at her mother’s if she decided to. His gut feeling had kicked in at that look and her fast turnaround, and he’d decided not to tell her about his job or what they wanted from her. It was obvious, she was up to something.

Was it possible Janet Batten planned to use Melanie against her own family? Surely, she wouldn’t let herself be used like that. He’d seen kids turn away from family more than once, so it wouldn’t be the first time. Melanie had enough baggage to cause her to want to hurt them. Her father had made sure of that over the years when he’d brainwashed her about her mother.

He slid into the dark blue sedan and started the engine before he pulled the cell phone from his belt loop.

What’s up, Dan? Melanie acted disappointed when I said it was fine if she lived at Janet’s house and just spent time with Jolene during the day, then he sent the text. Mike drove off, tires crunching on the snow, hoping Dan would respond soon. He’d have to let his superiors know his reservations, and that it might not be possible to turn Melanie for their cause. Driving slowly around the block, he decided to wait a few more minutes to see if the couple left.

Only fifteen minutes went by before Dan and Melanie came out the front door with Al right behind them. What is going on? Al yanked Melanie and pulled her to him. She fiercely struggled against him. Mike gripped the steering wheel to force himself to stay in the car. He couldn’t help without them knowing he was spying, but he’d kill the man if he hurt her in anyway. He watched Dan leap forward striking Al, nearly dropping the man to his knees before pushing Melanie behind him.

If only he could hear what was being said, but he experienced relief when he saw the pair walking hurriedly away. Slavery staggered to his feet and limped in the opposite direction. The couple drove away in Dan’s sporty silver four-door car. Mike waited until he saw Al’s old rusty truck leave the parking lot and followed.

He was going to have a conversation with that young lady soon. This was serious business and Melanie was way out of her league. The best protection for her would be to know what was going on. The problem would be getting her to believe him.

*****

Mel sat trembling in the passenger seat. “Thanks for not letting him take me.”

“I wouldn’t let Slavery take anyone,” he muttered. “The guy doesn’t know how to take no for an answer.”

Oh my God, does Dan think Scarface is a rapist? “What do you mean?”

“He believes women are for his use. Unfortunately, he has his eye on you.” Dan turned into the street revving his motor.

Ice consumed her body, and Mel wrapped her shivering arms around the waist of her bulky coat. “Please, don’t ever leave me alone with him.” The thought of that man touching her body and doing even worse to her made bumps on her skin as large as goose eggs. Had the women who’d been raped by her father suffered this fear? Had her mother been scared of him after his unwanted attack while he was drunk?

When had she started to believe that her father had raped women? It was when her stepfather, Walt, told her he hadn't had an affair with her mother and she needed to get DNA testing to prove who her father was. But he'd convinced her who her dad was by his words. His confidence had told her Robert was her dad, so even without the test she knew the answer in her mind.

Dan glanced over at her. “I’ll try to keep him away from you, but I can’t always be around.”

Shrugging off her thoughts, she said, “I’ll talk to Janet.” Her friend would protect her. Surely, she would make Scarface leave if she knew what the man was trying to do.

“That’s a good idea.” Dan sped up the onramp to the main highway while glancing in his rearview mirror. “Slavery is right behind us.”

Mel turned to gaze out the back window. She recognized the old pickup, then saw another vehicle behind him. Scarface wouldn’t do anything with others around them. He would return to the house at the same time they did though. She intended to beat him into the house and tell Janet what had happened.

“Janet won't let him touch me,” she whispered turning around in her seat, gripping her hands together in her lap. She couldn’t bear his hands on her. The man terrified her, and she would never willingly be alone with him.

“I know she won’t,” Dan said.

She hoped he could keep his word, but she knew he was right when he said he couldn’t be with her all the time and neither could Janet. There had to be a way to protect herself, she had to get a weapon. She should’ve taken defense courses from her mother’s new husband when he’d offered to give them to her, but she’d been too stubborn to do that.

“We’re here.” Dan pulled in front of the garage of the large stucco house. “I’ll talk to Janet with you.”

“Thank you.” Glancing behind her, she saw Scarface pull his truck in behind them. She jumped out of the car and hit her knee on the door causing tears to form on her lashes. Ignoring the pain, she ran up the steps and stumbled through the door. She didn’t want to have a confrontation with Scarface in the dark even with Dan there to help her.

Right behind her, Dan said, “You’re okay. He’s not coming yet.”

“What’s wrong?” Janet asked, stepping toward them in the dimly lit entry way.

Mel ran to her and threw herself into the woman’s arms, pressing her face into the dark knit cardigan. “Al keeps touching me, and he tried to drag me away from Dan tonight,” she sobbed. Raising tear-filled eyes to the woman’s face as she clung to her, she added, “He touches me every chance he gets even though I try to stay away from him.”

Slavery swung the door open and stepped in beside them. His menacing, silver eyes surveyed Melanie causing her to flinch and step back. “What’s the matter?”

“From what I’ve heard you already know.” Janet glared at him. “Have you tried to molest Melanie since she’s been here?”

“Is that what she’s telling you?” Al glanced between Dan and Janet, then turned a leering gaze on Melanie. “She’s a slut. She’s playing you as well as me. I say, we throw her out of the house.”

Janet put her hands on her hips and glared at Al. “I’ll decide who leaves and who stays.”

“You’re going to be sorry,” Al said.

“Melanie, go to your room.” Janet patted her shoulder before turning to the men, saying, “I’m going to talk to these two guys outside.”

Angrily, Al pointed at his eye. “Look what Dan did to me. I’m going to have a shiner tomorrow.”

“You deserved it,” Dan said.

“Enough. Let’s go,” Janet said, turning away.

Walking toward the stairs, Mel heard the door open and close. What would Janet say to them? Would she send Scarface away? She hoped so, but she knew he’d been with the woman from the beginning. Janet wouldn't tolerate abuse of women, and she'd told Mel that she reminded Janet of her daughter. It was obvious Janet had a soft heart for her. Janet would protect her.

On the way up the stairs, she decided to go home first thing in the morning. She had Janet’s approval and she could get away from Scarface. She would be somewhere he couldn’t get to her.

*****

Mike sat in his sedan among some trees watching Janet’s house. He hadn’t liked what he saw outside O’Reilly’s, and if Melanie was in danger it was because he hadn’t told her to go home tonight. Why did he always have to be so suspicious? He knew why, because his parents had trusted the wrong person and ended up dead. Ever since he’d started this case, he’d been thinking about them. God, he didn’t want to go down that road, but could it be a warning he trusted the wrong person?

How could a smart young woman like her not figure out what this group was really up to? Dan had said they were only told what was being done at the time of the event. So, if they were only using her for picketing, she wasn’t being let in on anything else.

He saw movement and leaned forward to discern the figures. Two men and a woman stood in the light at the back door. Even with the bare bulb on the porch, he could barely make out their shadows as they walked into the yard. He focused on the area until he saw a flicker of light. Probably a lighter, he thought. He needed to find out what was going on, but in order to do that he had to get closer to them. He opened the door, careful to close it without making a sound.

Even though this place was actually in town, the five acres of wooded land was secluded. It might be his only opportunity to learn about Janet's plans. Walking quietly, he crouched behind bushes and moved swiftly from them to the trees. There were murmurs now, but he had to get even closer to understand what they were saying.

Fortunately, the snow was soft here, or they would hear his steps. He moved forward to another tree, then another, but he couldn’t go any farther. It was a good thing there were firs hanging low to the ground, or he wouldn’t have enough cover. Quiet reached him, and he listened. Had they moved? No, there they were just three feet from him.

“Al, I want you to stay away from Melanie. She’s afraid of you, and I don’t want her to leave because of her fear of you.”

“Afraid, she’s been leading me on in private,” he said, sardonically. “I don’t have to force anyone.”

“Like hell she has,” Dan said.

“I heard how you tried to drag her away at the pub even though she didn’t want to go with you, Al.” Janet paced a couple of steps and stomped back to stand in front of him. “Do not go near her again,” she said in a harsh tone. “Now, we have more important things to discuss than her.”

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