“There is a passion for hunting . . . deeply implanted in the human breast,” Hayes murmured. With every fiber of his instincts he knew that hunting her was about more than a death. He needed her death. As long as her blood pumped through her veins he would be in pain. He had to kill her if he was to survive.
He worked with calm intensity, marshaling all his resources, all his will, using his pain to fuel his drive and directing it toward tracking Dani before she could go to ground or be picked up the by Marshals.
He had tapped his sources inside law enforcement and knew she was on her own. It pleased him to have her so. Took out the middle men. Made the hunt just between them, the way a good hunt should be.
Hayes looked through her financial accounts, his fingers stabbing the keys as he
