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know,” Amanda lied. “He wasn’t in the room when I woke up. I came down to find him. I thought he might have gone looking for coffee.”
    Carl assessed her answer. “Win, go check the registration desk. See how many guests are listed.”
    Win ducked out. He returned a few long minutes later. “One couple signed the register. Looks like no one else is coming in for a few more weeks.”
    “What gives, old man?” Carl asked.
    Please don’t tell him Sean is a security expert. If they knew,they’d likely kill him on sight, and surprise would give Sean an edge.
    Glenn swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing down a pale throat. “This weekend is a test run for the inn.”
    Amanda breathed.
    “Perfect. Dennis, you and Win search the place for any missing guests. Lincoln, you take a quick look outside.” Carl pulled a cell phone out of his pocket. “There’s no cellular service here. Snip the phone line while you’re out there. I want this place completely cut off.”
    “Then what?” Win asked in an insolent tone. He stripped off his sodden leather jacket and hung it on a peg.
    Carl swept a knit cap off his head. “The original plan didn’t involve killing the store manager, the van getting stuck in the snow, our two-hour walk in the cold last night, or an ice storm stalled between us and escape. We made it, but I’m cold and wet and hungry. For now, we secure this place, dry off, and get a hot meal. Then we’ll sit down and figure out how we’re going to get to Canada.”
    “Sounds good.” Dennis released Mia. “If you move an inch, I’ll shoot your Grandpa.”
    She didn’t.
    Dennis slipped off his canvas jacket and shook it. Water droplets sprinkled on the kitchen floor. “You sure you can handle this bunch?”
    “No problem. No one is going to do anything stupid. They all want to get out of this alive, right?” Carl’s gaze roved from person to person. No one blinked.
    Cold blasted through the room when Lincoln went outside. With their outerwear hung to dry, the two blond men left the kitchen. Their footsteps faded. The kitchen occupants were silent and still. Ten or fifteen minutes later, the door swung open, and a couple in their early thirties stumbled into the room. The woman had long red hair and wore a thigh-length pink flannel nightie that skimmed over a five- or six-month-pregnant belly. The husband was shirtless, dressed only in plaid pajama bottoms. Dark-haired and tall, he curled a protective arm around his wife.
    “I didn’t find the husband, but I found these two still asleep.” Win came in behind them, nudging the woman with the muzzle of his gun. She flinched and spun to face him. Win smiled, his eyes slowly taking in every inch of her body revealed by the thin fabric of her nightgown. His gaze lingered on her full breasts.
    “I thought you said you had only two guests.” Carl glared at Glenn.
    “They aren’t guests. They work here.” Glenn’s voice rose with panic. “My cooks.”
    “Then why aren’t they in the kitchen cooking?” Carl raised an angry eyebrow.
    “They do lunch and dinner. I cook breakfast,” Glenn answered.
    Carl grunted, seemingly satisfied with the answer.
    Win stepped closer to the woman, grabbing a handful of her sleep-tousled hair and tugging her toward him. Cringing, she whimpered as he pulled her closer. Pain flashed across her face. Eyes watering, she put a hand to her scalp. Win’s eyes brightened, her distress clearly exciting him.
    Her husband stepped in front of his wife. “Let her go.”
    Win’s mouth split into a grin. He raised the gun and fired. The bullet struck the husband high in the shoulder. His body jerked, and he sank to the floor as blood flowed from the wound.
    In the center of the room, Mia covered her eyes with her hands and screamed.
    “No!” the wife cried.
    Win’s eyes glittered with pleasure.
    Mia’s wails echoed off the hard surfaces of the kitchen. Win’s lip curled. Adjusting his grip on the woman’s hair, he