Simon Says Die

“would you mind going to the house to get me a fresh shirt? I’d rather not wear a hospital gown when I leave.”
    She rolled her eyes. “You don’t have to invent an excuse to get rid of me, darling . Don’t forget our appointment tonight. I’ve got everything set. If we pull this off, the case is over. If not, you’ll be stuck with a fake fiancée a lot longer than you’d hoped.” She stepped out of the room, her high heels clicking down the hallway.
    Casey yanked the curtain shut and turned around to face Pierce. “Are we talking about the Madison? The widow you dated a few months back?”
    Pierce started to cross his arms, but the tug on his stitches stopped him.
    He’d only spoken once to Casey about Madison, the weekend she’d broken up with him. He’d gotten roaring drunk, and didn’t even remember making the phone call. Casey had reminded him about their conversation in embarrassing detail the next day when he’d called to make sure Pierce was okay.
    â€œIt’s not what you think,” Pierce said.
    â€œI sure hope not. Please tell me you didn’t transfer to Savannah just so you could be near the same woman who dumped you.”
    â€œI didn’t even know she lived here until her brother called me this morning. The last I knew, she was living in New York.”
    â€œHow did you two hook up in the first place if you didn’t even live in the same state?”
    â€œHer brother is the police chief I helped with that last serial killer case I worked on. She visited Logan during the investigation, and she and I hit it off.”
    Casey raised a brow. “Hit it off? From what I recall, it was a bit more serious than that. You two were—”
    â€œDrop it.”
    Casey laughed. “I’m just saying that—”
    â€œDrop. It.”
    Casey raised his hands in surrender. “Okay, okay.” His look turned thoughtful. “How did she end up in Savannah?”
    â€œShe mentioned something about her brother encouraging her to buy a house here. As to why, I have no idea.”
    â€œIs this the same brother who encouraged you to transfer here?”
    Pierce tensed as he realized what Casey was implying—and damned if he didn’t agree. Logan was trying to get him and Madison back together. The next time he spoke to Logan he’d let him know what he thought of his interference. And he’d let him know, in no uncertain terms, that the odds of him and Madison getting back together were exactly zero. She’d made her feelings, or lack of them, perfectly clear when she’d left him. And he had too much pride to put himself in that position again.
    No matter how sexy and appealing she was.
    A wry grin tilted up the corner of Casey’s mouth. “You’ve been set up.”
    â€œYeah, got that. I’ll deal with Logan later. Right now, I need to keep his reckless sister from getting herself killed. And you’re going to help me.”
    I N THE SHORT time since she’d moved to Savannah, Madison had never once been tempted to go on one of the infamous ghost tours. But as she sat on a bench in Colonial Park Cemetery and watched another ghost tour walk by, she had to admit their entertainment value was far better than she’d expected.
    They were certainly entertaining her .
    â€œWhere have you been all day?”
    The sound of a deep, male voice beside her had Madison grabbing her Colt .380 pistol out of her jacket pocket. An iron grip clamped around her wrist. Madison looked up, then collapsed back against the bench in relief.
    Pierce.
    He swore under his breath and slid onto the bench beside her, forcing her to move over to make room for his broad shoulders. He took the gun, pointing it toward the ground as he checked the safety. His mouth drew into a tight line, and he handed the tiny pocket-pistol back to her. “I’m going to assume you have a license for that.”
    Nope, but she wasn’t going to admit it.
    She shoved the tiny gun back in her jacket pocket, grateful none of the departing tourists seemed to have noticed anything.
    â€œHow did you find me?” She knew she’d have to face him sometime, but she’d hidden out in the library most of the day, hoping to put off the confrontation a bit longer. She still wasn’t sure how she’d explain her actions this morning. And she also wasn’t sure what she’d say if he