A shocking double murder sends a suspect into hiding. Only a brilliant dog can put two exes on the path to the truth…all while reigniting a passionate flame in this Cutter’s Code romance from award-winning author Justine Davis. Reunited in crime…and unforgettable attraction! What does the dog know? When Kayla meets Cutter, the big, brown Belgian, she’s at a crossroads. She’s certain she’s about to clear her brother of her parents’ murder. But Dane, her longtime love, is just as sure that she’s wasting her life. One man needs her. The other, apparently, doesn’t... Although it breaks her heart, the choice is made. Only, Dane Burdette isn’t going anywhere. As loyal as that dog, he still loves the beautiful girl next door, even if her life has been derailed. And when danger comes back to their small town, he knows she—and their love—is at risk. Kayla has made her quest her life. Neither Dane nor Cutter will let it take her life, too. From Harlequin Romantic Suspense: Danger. Passion. Drama. Read the Cutter's Code series from the beginning! Book 1: Operation Midnight - Book 2: Operation Reunion - Book 3: Operation Blind Date - Book 4: Operation Unleashed - Book 5: Operation Power Play - Book 6: Operation Homecoming - Book 7: Operation Soldier Next Door - Book 8: Operation Alpha - Book 9: Operation Notorious - Book 10: Operation Hero's Watch - Book 11: Operation Second Chance - Book 12: Operation Mountain Recovery - Book 13: Operation Whistleblower - Book 14: Operation Payback - Book 15: Operation Witness Protection - Book 16: Operation Takedown - Book 17: Operation Rafe's Redemption Justine Davis lives on Puget Sound in Washington State, watching big ships and the occasional submarine go by, and sharing the neighborhood with assorted wildlife, including a pair of bald eagles, deer, a bear or two, and a tailless raccoon. In the few hours when she's not planning, plotting, or writing her next book, her favorite things are photography, knitting her way through a huge yarn stash, and driving her restored 1967 Corvette roadster—top down, of course. Kayla Tucker stared at the note in her hand. She was barely aware of the woman opening the post office box next to her, stepped out of the way of the man emptying trash, ignored the girl chattering loudly into her cell phone, all without looking up from the page obviously torn out of a spiral notebook. The note wasn't signed. If it had been printed, she could have pretended it was a mistake. That he hadn't written it. But there was no mistaking the handwriting; the slightly crooked hand, falling off the lines in her brother's typical way, was definitely Chad's. Of course it was, just like all the others. The writing blurred suddenly. She blinked, once, twice, then a third time. The last line swam, then cleared. I'm sorry. I love you, sis. She swore inwardly. "Then why did you leave, damn it? We could have fought this!" Furious, mostly at herself for letting this latest in the long line of notes get to her, she wadded the ragged-edged piece of paper and the envelope into a tight ball. Dane would be unhappy yet again, she thought. No, she thought as the memory stabbed at her. Dane Bur-dette would not be unhappy. Because he wasn't around anymore. He'd given up on her at last. His image shot through her mind, vivid and painful. Tall, lean, dark, silky hair that kicked forward over his brow, golden eyes alight as he looked at her, flashing his killer smile. The smile that had grown rarer and rarer as the time passed. Smothering the usual ache at the thought of the man she'd once expected to spend her life with, she slammed the small metal door of the post office box closed, turned the key and yanked it out. She turned on her heel and walked toward the door. She tossed the wadded up note into the trash can just outside. "Kayla!" The last thing she wanted to do just now was talk to someone. But she thought she recognized the voice, so she stopped, turned. And was enveloped in a huge hug. "I'm so glad to run into you this morning. I was going to call and tell you—Leah and I actually went out to dinner last night." Kayla managed a smile for the older man who several weeks ago had brought his reluctant wife to the counseling group she ran. "I'm glad to hear that, John. How did it go?" "Not perfect, but better than I expected. And she's encouraged enough to try something else now." "That's good to hear. Very good." She meant it. She'd started the group for victims of violent crime as a means to help herself after the brutal murder of her parents, but in the process she had found a calling. She'd even gone back to school so she could be certified. And moments like this were why. Leah Crandall had been mentally immobilized after her son had been killed by an armed robber at a convenience store, and this was the first time she'd done anything socially normal in more than a year. Kayla hoped they would make it, she thought as John promised he and his wife wo