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Authors: Kendra Elliot

Tags: #Mystery; Thriller & Suspense, #Mystery, #Police Procedurals, #Women Sleuths, #Romance, #Romantic Suspense, #Mystery & Suspense, #Suspense

Known

PRAISE FOR KENDRA ELLIOT

“Elliot’s best work to date. The author’s talent is evident in the character’s wit and smart dialogue . . . One wouldn’t *crane necessarily think a psychological thriller and romance would mesh together well, but Elliot knows what she’s doing when she turns readers’ minds inside out and then softens the blow with an unforgettable love story.”

—Romantic Times Book Reviews
on
Vanished,
4½ stars, Top Pick

“Kendra Elliot does it again! Filled with twists, turns, and spine-tingling details,
Alone
is an impressive addition to the Bone Secrets series.”


Laura Griffin,
New York Times
bestselling author, on
Alone

“Elliot once again proves to be a genius in the genre with her third heart-pounding novel in the Bone Secrets collection. The author knows romance and suspense, reeling readers in instantaneously and wowing them with an extremely surprising finish . . . Elliot’s best by a mile!”

—Romantic Times Book Reviews
on
Buried,
4½ stars, Top Pick (HOT)

“Make room on your keeper shelf!
Hidden
has it all: intricate plotting, engaging characters, a truly twisted villain. I can’t wait to see what Kendra Elliot dishes up next!”


Karen Rose,
New York Times
bestselling author

ALSO BY KENDRA ELLIOT

BONE SECRETS NOVELS

Hidden

Chilled

Buried

Alone

CALLAHAN & MCLANE PART OF THE BONE SECRETS WORLD

Vanished

Bridged

Spiraled

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

Text copyright © 2016 Kendra Elliot

All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher.

Published by Montlake Romance, Seattle

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Amazon, the Amazon logo, and Montlake Romance are trademarks of
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, Inc., or its affiliates.

ISBN-13: 9781503949478

ISBN-10: 1503949478

Cover design by Jason Blackburn

For my girls.

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CHAPTER NINETEEN

CHAPTER TWENTY

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

The scent of smoke grew stronger.

Chris Jacobs strode through the woods, occasionally stopping to sniff the air and adjust his course. Ice cracked and crunched under his boots. Last night’s storm had covered the previous day’s foot of snowfall with a solid layer of ice. He stomped as he walked, breaking the thick crust, watching his boots sink deep into the snow, and wished his son, Brian, could experience the fun. He blew out a breath and the steam floated away. The air was still and silent. Dense gray clouds hovered at the peaks of the tall firs, blocking the treetops from his view.

More snow was expected at any minute.

He stopped and inhaled deeply through his nose.
The smoke is definitely getting thicker.
Beside him Oro paused and mimicked his master’s scenting of the air. The skinny yellow dog didn’t seem to mind the cold under his paws and walked lightly on top of the ice. He didn’t leave Chris’s side to investigate the brush or run ahead to check for squirrels as usual. He stuck close. Chris rubbed the dog’s ears and wondered if he felt the tension in the woods. Chris had a sense of dread pressing against his forehead that made him want to go back to his isolated cabin, stoke the fire, and read a book. An intelligent brown gaze met his, and the dog whined in the back of his throat.

“Yeah. Me too, Oro.”

The dog raised his nose and sniffed again.

“We’ll find it.”

Chris was accustomed to smelling smoke on his hikes through the foothills of the Cascade Range. Isolated cabins dotted the forest, and smoke from their wood stoves often crossed his path. This was different. The odor had invaded his cabin and awoken him this morning before dawn. He’d made himself wait until daylight and then headed out to find the source. Intermittent pleasant wood smoke was normal; this nonstop dirty-smelling smoke was not.

He’d bought the cabin eighteen months ago, looking for an occasional retreat from his home in the Portland suburbs. It’d been a calm spot in the constantly moving river that was now his life. During the summer it was a deliciously shady and quiet refuge; during the winter it was a secluded snowbound hideaway.

In other words, perfect year-round.

The cabin’s heat came from wood and its water from a spring. Chris had spent the first month of ownership increasing the insulation and improving the pipes. No electrical wires and no cell service. He’d viewed the absence of both as a benefit. Even though his financial means were dependent upon the Internet, he loved to unplug from everything for long periods. His closest neighbor was at least a mile away. Maybe more. It was in that direction that he was currently hiking.

A half hour ago he’d eyed the thick blanket of ice and decided to walk instead of possibly getting his truck stuck in the snow. Depending on the weather, he usually hiked or ran several miles each day, purposefully avoiding the other cabins. Today was a hike. Each slow step required concentration and extra muscle. He always wore orange, because some people didn’t abide by the hunting season’s laws and dates.

He stepped out of the tall firs and into a small clearing. He froze and then retreated backward into the dark of the woods, his gaze rapidly processing the scene. In the open space the smoke hung thick, trapped by low clouds that were heavy with snow. At the center of the clearing was a burned-out shell of a cabin, its walls smoking and steaming in the cold air. Black soot scorched the walls above the windows where the heat had broken out the glass. Several jagged holes had been torn in the shingled roof where the fire had burst through but failed to take hold. At one point the roof must have been covered in snow. Now frozen puddles circled the cabin, black icy cinders staining the white snow.

It was silent.

Chris moved cautiously into the clearing with Oro pressing against his leg. The dog’s ears lay back against his head; his tail was tucked close. Chris understood. The black shell and burned odors made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. The cabin was similar to his own. One big rectangle that housed the living space and kitchen, with a loft overhead for sleeping quarters. The loft had sold him on his own cabin. One look at the glee on Brian’s face as he’d climbed the ladder and Chris had known the place belonged to the two of them.

Brian should have come with him to the mountains for the week. Instead he’d gone to Disneyland with his grandparents. Chris’s mother had pleaded with Chris to accompany them, but the thought of dense crowds and noise eliminated that possibility. Brian had wavered, uncertain about leaving his father, but Chris had assured him he wouldn’t be lonely. Most ten-year-old kids wouldn’t have dreamed of skipping a Disneyland trip, but Brian was different. Up until two years ago, Chris had been his whole life. Now he had grandparents, an aunt, an uncle, and a school full of friends.

His son had bloomed under the attention, making Chris almost regret he’d hidden the boy from society for eight years.

Almost.

Please be empty.

Chances were good that this cabin was empty. The woods had been silent for three days while Chris had decompressed in his wilderness retreat. He’d caught a glimpse of the taillights of one vehicle during that time, but no people. Tourists flocked to the Oregon cabins during the summer; not so much during the winter. He started to circle around the smoking, steaming shell, thankful the trees stood back far enough that they hadn’t been singed. The fire would have had a completely different result if it had happened during the summer.

He spotted an SUV with snow up to its bumpers about fifty feet away from the cabin as he came around to its front side. The windows were foggy and streaked with interior steam.

People.

The Suburban’s blue paint was covered with a thick layer of ice. The snow below the driver’s side doors was lumpy but also coated with unbroken ice, indicating it hadn’t been disturbed since the ice storm.

Chris cupped his mouth and shouted, “Hello?”

Silence.

He slowly approached the SUV and yelled again, not wanting to sneak up on someone who was possibly armed. Inside the vehicle a gloved hand wiped the steam from a window, and he saw the blurry shape of a face behind the iced-over glass. He halted a good ten feet from the SUV, grabbed Oro’s collar, and held his other hand up in a nonthreatening gesture. The door flung open and a woman hurled herself out of the vehicle. Under her pink knit cap, a tearstained face and red eyes were happy to see him.

“Please help us,” she said in a raspy voice. “My mom’s so sick and the truck won’t start.”

Not a woman. She was a teenager. Her youth apparent as she stumbled closer. He grabbed her hands as she started to fall when her booted foot hooked under a thick slab of ice.

“What happened?” he asked, looking over her shoulder at the silent SUV.

Her breath steamed in the air as she panted. “Do you have a car? Please get us out of here!”

“What happened?” he asked again, tightening his grip on her hands and meeting her gaze. The girl was terrified; her bloodshot eyes darted from him to Oro and to the burned-out husk of a building. She reeked of smoke. And worse. “How’d the fire start?”

“I don’t know,” she cried, her voice raw and choked. “Last night I woke up inside, and everything was in flames. I couldn’t wake up my mom. I dragged her out.” She burst into full tears, and he rapidly adjusted his grip to keep her from collapsing. She was dressed for cold. Boots, heavy coat, gloves, and hat.

Oro trotted to the vehicle door she’d left open. He stepped close, sniffed, and backed away, looking over to meet Chris’s gaze.

What is inside?

Chris noticed the faint indentation of a trail from the cabin to the SUV. It wasn’t individual tracks from boots; it was a wide, long groove as if something had been pulled across the yard before the ice formed. “Let’s check on your mom.”

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