Mulrooney"s instincts had come knocking like the Grim Reaper. Shortly after he and Clarke left the Cunci, they had gotten a call to meet uniformed police at Lauren"s slip where Sam Bennett had been spotted. Clarke had headed for the docks, but on the way to the marina, Mulrooney felt an overwhelming anxiety.
He knew Sam Bennett was a self-made man, a maverick who had loved Lauren enough to let her go. Michael, on the other hand, was an owner and a collector–a man who would win at any cost.
Mulrooney stared at the traffic light, trying to anticipate Michael Ryan"s next move, as if he were still a Marine on enemy soil. If Ryan"s mission was to overtake Lauren Connolly, then Mulrooney had to determine the location of the target.
He knew Lauren was a woman who wanted to regain control of he
