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  Lara slammed her hand against the counter.

  “Who is the sniper?” she growled. Moretti didn’t flinch. Lara wanted—needed—answers, and Moretti knew it. “Two innocent victims named Lara and Grant. Grant’s alleged killer—probably a hired hit woman—shot dead when I caught up with her for questioning. Murdered the same way Dunst was. It’s all on your orders. Admit it!” Moretti’s face remained blank. His lips neither turned up nor down. It ate through the last bit of resolve not to lose all semblance of professionalism. “What do you want? What can I do to make you talk?” she demanded.

  Moretti didn’t speak for a long moment, but then, slowly, his lips pulled up in the corner. That killer smile was back.

  “Anna,” was all he said at first. “Such a pretty, classic name. Don’t you think?” His voice was silk against her ears. “But, of course you like it. It was your mother’s name, wasn’t it?”

  Lara flinched inwardly. Her stomach dropped somewhere past her feet. She said nothing.

  Because Anna was her mother’s name.

  The man across from her leaned forward. “Guard?” he called behind him, not breaking eye contact. “I’m done here.”

  Lara wanted to protest—to try and get him to answer her questions, any question—but she was afraid if she spoke, her emotions would betray her. The guard came up behind him, and only when he stood did Moretti give her a parting message. It sent a chill through her body.

  “It’s your boss’s daughter’s name, too, right?”

  * * * * *

  Justice is worth every sacrifice.

  A brand-new 8-part reading experience starting January 12, 2016!

  FBI agent Lara Grant has finally put her life as an undercover operative behind her and started a new assignment in New York City. But her past and present collide and become ever more twisted as a spate of murders sends a message that is cruelly, chillingly personal...

  Tough Justice: Exposed (Part 1 of 8) by New York Times bestselling author Carla Cassidy

  Tough Justice: Watched (Part 2 of 8) by Tyler Anne Snell

  Tough Justice: Burned (Part 3 of 8) by Carol Ericson

  Tough Justice: Trapped (Part 4 of 8) by Gail Barrett

  Tough Justice: Twisted (Part 5 of 8) by Gail Barrett

  Tough Justice: Ambushed (Part 6 of 8) by Carol Ericson

  Tough Justice: Betrayed (Part 7 of 8) by Tyler Anne Snell

  Tough Justice: Hunted (Part 8 of 8) by New York Times bestselling author Carla Cassidy

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  Tough Justice: Exposed (Part 1 of 8) by New York Times bestselling author Carla Cassidy

  Tough Justice: Watched (Part 2 of 8) by Tyler Anne Snell

  Tough Justice: Burned (Part 3 of 8) by Carol Ericson

  Tough Justice: Trapped (Part 4 of 8) by Gail Barrett

  Tough Justice: Twisted (Part 5 of 8) by Gail Barrett

  Tough Justice: Ambushed (Part 6 of 8) by Carol Ericson

  Tough Justice: Betrayed (Part 7 of 8) by Tyler Anne Snell

  Tough Justice: Hunted (Part 8 of 8) by New York Times bestselling author Carla Cassidy

  ISBN-13: 9781460393635

  Tough Justice: Watched (Part 2 of 8)

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  She burned Moretti...now it’s his turn.

  Destroying Moretti was Special Agent Lara Grant’s biggest coup, but she paid a heavy price to make the bust. She’ll do anything to keep him—and her secrets—behind bars.

  But Lara knows he’s playing the FBI like a maestro even from jail. So when her boss’s daughter is kidnapped, it’s personal…and not just for Lara.

  With the team at breaking point, it’s up to Lara to keep everyone focused. Until a chilling photo is delivered to her home address. Moretti knows where she lives. And he knows what she’s hiding...

  Part 3 of 8 in the chilling, high-octane FBI thriller TOUGH JUSTICE from New York Times bestselling author Carla Cassidy and authors Tyler Anne Snell, Carol Ericson and Gail Barrett.

  On Carol Ericson:

  “Ericson jumps from action to action with the accuracy and grace of a trapeze artist, keeping readers on the edge of their seats.”

  —RT Book Reviews on Catch, Release

  BURNED

  Carol Ericson

  Carol Ericson is a bestselling, award-winning author of more than forty books. She has an eerie fascination for true crime stories, a love of film noir and a weakness for reality TV, all of which fuel her imagination to create her own tales of murder, mayhem and mystery. To find out more about Carol and her current projects, please visit her website at www.carolericson.com, “where romance flirts with danger.”

  Books by Carol Ericson

  Harlequin Intrigue

  The Pregnancy Plot

  Under Fire

  Secret Agent Santa

  Navy SEAL Spy

  CONTENTS

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  EPISODE THREE

  Burned

  What do you do when the mistake from your past returns? Lara Grant is finding out quickly. Two innocent women died because they had her name, all in an attempt to unhinge Lara. But she’s stronger than that. Moretti can play his little games...but he should know Lara only ever plays to win.

  CHAPTER ONE

  “It’s your boss’s daughter’s name, too, right?”

  A chill zipped down Lara’s spine, and she clenched her teeth, refusing to give Moretti the satisfaction of witnessing her fear. Her eyes never leaving Moretti’s, she circled one finger in the air to call the guard.

  The door buzzed, and she addressed the guard, his body tense and alert—ready for anything. “Keep him here. I’ll be back in five.”

  She had to warn Victoria, had to tell her Moretti knew the name of Victoria’s daughter. Anna was in the city, a sophomore at Columbia, nineteen, just a child. Weren’t they all, all the women he victimized?

  As soon as Lara cleared the thick walls of the building, she snatched her cell phone from the pocket of her jeans, almost dropping it on the concrete walkway. With trembling fingers she tapped her phone for Victoria’s number.

  Victori
a jumped right in before Lara could get out one word. “Are you done interviewing Moretti already?”

  Lara closed her eyes and squared her shoulders. “Moretti knows your daughter’s name, Victoria, and he made some kind of veiled threat.”

  Victoria gasped, and the uncharacteristic sound from her boss spiked Lara’s fear. “That son of a bitch.”

  “Where is she? Where’s Anna?” Lara gripped her phone so tightly, the edges cut into her hand, but she welcomed the discomfort as a way to keep her focused, alert.

  “She’s at school, probably in class.” The customary steel had returned to Victoria’s voice. “I’ll text her to hang tight, and I’ll go get her myself. The Bureau can settle Anna in a safe house until we figure out if this threat has any bite to it.”

  “Moretti could be bluffing. He’s probably just yanking our chains. He’s good at that.” Lara held her breath. She didn’t know if she was trying to convince Victoria or herself.

  Victoria paused and then cleared her throat. “Maybe, but this is my baby girl, and I’m not taking any chances.”

  “I understand that.”

  “I know you do.” Victoria’s voice recovered its take-charge tone. “See if you can get anything else out of the sneaky bastard...for me.”

  “Of course.”

  With all her senses on high alert, Lara returned to the visitors room, the heels of her boots tapping on the linoleum as she strode toward Moretti, still sitting with the phone in his hand, his dark eyes glinting with secret amusement.

  She adjusted her suede jacket before taking her seat. She wished she would’ve taken the time to change into something more professional. She needed that extra layer of confidence about now. She’d have to bluff it. She picked up the phone on her side.

  “Start talking.” She yanked out the metal chair with a clang that reverberated in the small room, and perched on the edge, hunching forward. “Is Anna a target?”

  Moretti chuckled deep in his throat, a dark, rumbling sound that had Lara grinding her back teeth. She didn’t blink one eyelash, holding his stare until he shifted in his seat.

  A thrill of triumph zipped through her veins at the petty victory. When dealing with this monster, she had to take what she could get.

  “I’ve got a deal for you... Lara.” He studied his fingernails. “Tell me what I want to know, and I’ll tell you what you need to know.”

  His words seemed to suck all the air out of the room, and her nostrils flared in an attempt to moderate her breathing. A few seconds passed before she thought she could speak without gasping for air.

  “What is it you want to know?” Knots formed in her gut, but she allowed one corner of her mouth to lift in a show of bland interest.

  “I want to know how the FBI learned about the Moretti syndicate.”

  Although she felt like collapsing in relief, Lara released a long measured breath between parted lips.

  Moretti, as watchful as a panther in the wild and just as dangerous, studied her mouth through the divider. His own quirked into a tight smile as if he knew his question might not be what she had anticipated...or feared.

  Victoria hadn’t expressly forbidden any of the team members from discussing how they’d tightened the noose around the syndicate, so Lara made an executive decision and launched into the explanation.

  “Five years ago, the FBI was working on a case of two young women, murdered, shot in the back of the head, execution style.”

  Moretti clicked his tongue, but Lara wasn’t buying his sympathy.

  She cocked her head. “You’ll never guess what we found tattooed on their hips.”

  “Butterflies?” He propped his elbow on the table and balanced his chin on top of his hand. “Hearts?”

  “Two Ms, superimposed on each other.” She felt a tingle on her upper-right arm where she’d sported her own tattoo before having it removed. “We didn’t know if the symbol was WM or MW or MM.”

  “What a quandary.”

  “We ran the symbol through our database of tattoos—the gang-related ones—and we got a hit.”

  He shrugged his broad shoulders. “You got lucky.”

  “That same symbol had been tattooed on a couple guys doing time for narcotics distribution. At the time of their booking they didn’t ’fess up to the origin or meaning of the tattoos, but some jailhouse talk netted us an important piece of information. The symbol was widely believed to be linked to the Moretti crime syndicate.”

  “Maybe I should look up those two old friends and thank them for their service.” He narrowed his dark eyes, which glittered beneath his half-mast lids.

  Goose bumps raced down her arms, and her hand jerked in her lap. Would he really punish those low-level drug dealers for getting arrested with Moretti tattoos and then blabbing about them?

  Her gaze locked on his. He would.

  The line of her jaw hardened. A couple of low-life drug dealers didn’t concern her. Only Anna concerned her right now.

  “You do that. Of course, we’d heard the Moretti name in certain circles.”

  “Of course.”

  He was interrupting her with his running commentary just to needle her. Just to toy with her. Hell, he might even know this story already. He seemed to know everything else—almost everything.

  “We’d heard the name over the years but never had any hard evidence to link the organization to any specific crimes. Then—” she made her fingers into a gun and pointed it at him “—you made a mistake.”

  He closed his eyes, and a muscle ticked at the corner of his jaw. “I’ve made a few mistakes, Lara. Tell me about this one.”

  “An FBI operative’s sister, who’d gone missing, was found in a Chicago dumpster.” Her bottom lip trembled, and she trapped it between her teeth, grateful Moretti still had his eyes closed.

  “Dead, I presume.”

  Ignoring his quip, she said, “Guess what we found tattooed on her hip?”

  His eyelids flew open, and she recoiled under the intensity of his gaze. “Is this a guessing game? Because if it is, you must think I’m very, very stupid. Do you? Think I’m stupid, Lara?”

  She thought he was lethal. Cunning. Forceful. Evil. But stupid? Never in a million years.

  “We found—” she slowly sketched the symbol in the air “—the Moretti insignia. By this point I was already prepping to go undercover. Enough was enough. We were going to take you down.”

  He smiled, his white teeth flashing against his olive-toned skin. Give him a few more years in the joint, and he’d be as pasty-faced as the rest of them.

  “That pretty redhead had bragged about having a sister in the FBI, something she should have kept to herself. There are certain things you should keep to yourself. Don’t you agree, Lara? Certain things should stay private.”

  Thinking of Cass’s devastation at the loss of her sister, Lara had the strongest urge to strike out against Moretti’s smug, handsome face.

  “The rest is history. Once inside we started delving into your activities and getting a few people to talk.”

  “You infiltrated, and you were very good at it. I’ll give you that.” He raised his hand to his face and traced the pad of his thumb along his jawline. “Very dedicated. Very thorough. Very deep infiltration.”

  Lara swallowed. “I gave you what you wanted. Now, tell me what I need to know about Anna.”

  His dark gaze dropped from her eyes to her mouth to her breasts. “You did give me what I wanted.”

  She pressed her thighs together, willing the heat flaring in her chest to stop spreading upward.

  “The answer is most definitely yes.”

  For a second, she’d forgotten the question. “Yes?”

  “Your boss’s daughter is a target, a rather special target, in fact.”

  “What does that mean?” Lara’s voice was louder than she’d wanted. She had to reel herself back in quickly. “What do you mean by a special target? What do you plan to do to her?”

  The guard was alrea
dy halfway in the visiting room. “Everything okay, ma’am?”

  “Everything’s fine.” She waved him off. “I just need a few more minutes.”

  Overhearing what she said, Moretti stated, “I don’t.” Moretti stood up and turned to the guard. “It’s time for my hot stone massage, courtesy of the FBI.”

  Using her most menacing tone, she told him, “Leave her alone. You’ll never get your hands on Anna. Do you hear me, you son of a bitch?” But she was yelling at Moretti’s back, his broad shoulders stretching the material of his prison-issue jumpsuit almost in defiance of his circumstances.

  The wide-eyed guard led Moretti from the room.

  Lara sank into the chair, covering her face with both hands. Her false bravado completely gone, leaving a nauseous feeling instead. The man could cause pain and destruction with the snap of his fingers, and a trapped animal could be even more vicious than one in the wild.

  She rose to her feet. She had the unpleasant task of updating her boss that Moretti did have Anna in his sights. If she knew Victoria, the woman would be all over this already, securing Anna, protecting her. Maybe she already had Anna on her way to a safe house.

  In the bowels of the prison, cell reception was spotty. Lara didn’t want to spend another minute in this room, anyway. She imagined that she could catch the scent of Moretti’s aftershave, even though they’d been separated. It made her nauseous. How’d he get his hands on that expensive stuff in lockdown?

  Probably another perk from the FBI for Moretti’s so-called information.

  She slipped out of the visitors room, and the guard on the other side of the door accompanied her to the visitor reception area. The security detail in the front checked her bag—as if she’d take anything Moretti gave her—except maybe his balls. She’d take those gladly.

  With a smile curling her lips, she pushed out of the building and stood in the courtyard gulping in the fresh air. She needed a shower.