Chapter One

      Dawson Gray clutched the phone in a death grip to keep his hand from shaking. “I’m not right for this job. Isn’t there a surveillance gig I could cover? What about Jack, can’t he do it?” This was just the kind of job his buddy Jack was best at. Dawson didn’t want to disappoint his new boss, but he didn’t want to be responsible for anyone’s life other than his own.

      Private investigation is what he’d signed up for when he’d joined the Lone Star Agency. Taking pictures of cheating spouses, he could handle. Protecting someone from an unknown enemy, never again.

      He stared at Laredo’s Doctors Hospital from the parking lot, dreading the visit. The last two times he’d been in a hospital had left him with the permanent need to stay clear. When he was in the military he had to stand at the bedside of the young corporal he’d been responsible for and watch him slowly bleed to death of wounds from an IED roadside explosion. Then he had to witness his wife’s death, or rather he missed saying goodbye to the only woman he’d ever loved. She’d died before he’d arrived.

      “The D.A. in Laredo needs someone today. I’d send Jack, but he’s not available. You’re the only agent not tagged at this time.” Audrey Nye sighed over the line and pleaded with him. “I need you to do this. A woman’s life depends on you.”

      His boss’s words made his stomach knot and his palms sweat against the steering wheel. Who was he to provide protection to anyone when he’d already lost too many of the people he cared about? How could Audrey give him this assignment when he’d only been sober for two months? Two months wasn’t enough to make him qualified to blow his nose in public, much less watch over the welfare of a woman who’d been left for dead in an alley. He opened his mouth to tell his boss he couldn’t take the job, but she beat him to the punch.

      “Dawson, you can do this. I wouldn’t have assigned the case to you if I didn’t think you could handle it. Laredo itself isn’t bad, but the city’s so close to the border a lot of the drug-war fighting happening in Mexico bleeds across the Rio Grande. You’re trained in Special Ops, you know how to use a weapon. I know you’re right for this job. You’re there, you might as well check it out. If you still don’t think you’re up to it, I’ll find someone else, even if I have to take the case myself.”

      When his female boss, with no military training whatsoever, volunteered to take on a potentially violent bodyguard gig, he knew he had a problem. Dawson’s jaw tightened and he drew in a deep breath. “I’ll take care of it.”

      “Thanks, Dawson. I knew you would.” Before he could comment, she continued. “The D.A., Frank Young, is scheduled to meet you at the nurses’ station on Savvy’s floor. He’ll