Target On Her Back

Only she knows the answers.

Only he can keep her alive.

After discovering her boss has been murdered, Professor Gigi Brennan becomes the killer’s next target. She is the only one who can complete a complicated scientific formula, and the murderer won’t hesitate to come after her next if she doesn’t cooperate. She quickly learns that her best chance at survival is Detective Hudson Kramer. Now, with the clock ticking, can she and Hud uncover who’s terrorizing her...before their dreams of a shared future are over before they’ve even begun?

JULIE MILLER is an award-winning USA TODAY best-selling author of breathtaking romantic suspense—with a National Readers’ Choice Award and a Daphne du Maurier Award, among other prizes. She has also earned an RT Book Reviews Career Achievement Award. For a complete list of her books, monthly newsletter and more, go to juliemiller.org

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Target on Her Back

Julie Miller

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ISBN: 978-0-008-90515-6

TARGET ON HER BACK

© 2020 Julie Miller

Published in Great Britain 2020

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In memory of Maggie McGonagall Miller, the gentlest

creature I have ever known. What a blessing it has been

in our lives that you picked us to be your pack that day

at the humane society. You were so loved, my sweet

baby dog. I hope you have squirrels to chase, plenty of

treats and a warm lap to snuggle in up in heaven.

I miss you.

Contents

Cover

Back Cover Text

About the Author

Booklist

Title Page

Copyright

Note to Readers

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

About the Publisher

Chapter One

“Let go of me.” Professor Virginia Brennan tugged free of the older man’s bruising grip. That only made him latch on with both hands.

“Where is Lombard?” The white-haired man’s thick accent turned his w to a v and reminded her of Chekov from the Star Trek television show she loved to watch. Only this man was no teen heartthrob or outer space hero.

“I don’t know, Dr. Zajac. Bullying me won’t help.” The chamber music playing in the background beneath the conversations around them sounded oddly discordant as Virginia “Gigi” Brennan found herself backed against the vestibule wall outside the Muehlebach Hotel’s grand ballroom.

“You cannot hide him from me,” her coworker at Williams University accused.

“I’m not.” She shoved at his chest, silently blaming the couple that walked by for averting their heads from the esteemed researcher’s harassment and doing nothing to intervene. But Evgeni had seen them, too, and—perhaps wanting to uphold his reputation with the donors who supported his joint research with Ian Lombard—he released her. Once Gigi slid beyond arm’s reach, she gestured to the restroom hallway where she’d last seen her friend and mentor, Ian Lombard. “I saw you two arguing a few minutes ago. Now he’s gone.” She needed to find Ian herself, so she could leave this nightmare of noise and people at the university reception in downtown Kansas City and go home. Her face ached as she summoned one more PR-worthy smile. “I’m looking for Ian, too. I was really hoping you’d seen him.”

Zajac’s accent grew more guttural as his anger rose. “He fears me now and will not show his face.” He rattled off something in rapid Lukin, speaking too quickly for her to grasp more than “years of research,” “betrayal” and something about wrapping his hands around the man’s neck.

“I don’t know what that means,” she said, trying to appease his temper. “Perhaps if you repeat it more slowly.” As a visiting professor working on the research team she headed for Ian at Williams University, she knew it was her responsibility to maintain good working relationships with every member of Ian’s staff. Evgeni Zajac and his department at their sister university in the tiny Eastern European country of Lukinburg provided the raw materials and several of the preliminary ideas that Ian’s team developed into state-of-the-art technology. Keeping both ego-driven men happy was typically part of her job as the calm, quiet wunderkind at the WU School of Engineering and Technology. But she had problems of her own tonight. “I don’t suppose you have twenty dollars I could borrow. I need—”

“Where is my Hana?” Evgeni dismissed her with a wave of his hand, spinning around to look for his wife, who also acted as his translator, and he stalked back into the reception room. He cursed his missing wife, Ian and what sounded like the entire North American continent. She had been lectured by temperamental colleagues before, but never in a foreign language. Considering she didn’t want to be at this fund-raiser in the first place, and had stayed longer than Ian had promised she’d have to, Gigi figured she didn’t need to chase after Dr. Zajac to offer an apology to mend obviously strained international relations.

Clutching her university ID from the lanyard hanging around her neck, she scanned the crowded ballroom for options. She supposed she could ask Gary Haack, another colleague with whom she worked closely on the research team, to loan her the money she’d need for cab fare back to the university where she’d left her wallet, phone and keys. Or maybe he’d call a car for her. How many times had he said he’d like to get closer to her? That she could ask him for anything? About as many times as he’d cornered her in her office or his, invading her personal space in the name of a work issue. She wasn’t any good at flirting or being flirted with, so his repeated invitations to one event or another wound up making her feel suspicious rather than flattered. No. Not an option. Knowing Gary, there’d be strings attached to any favor she asked of him. Besides, she couldn’t spot his blond head towering over the other guests at any of the catering tables or gathered around the various displays of inventions and technologies Ian, Evgeni and their research team had developed.

Venturing into the crowded room to ask anyone else for help made her almost physically ill. She’d come with Ian tonight, and now Ian was gone. Getting herself home was all on her shoulders now.

She slipped away from the party and retrieved the old ivory sweater she’d thrown on at the last minute from the coat check room. Sliding it on for warmth over the short sleeves of her black sequined dress, and hugging it around herself for the comfort of her late mother’s memory since she’d knit it for her years ago, Gigi took the escalator up to the lobby. She paused at the bank of glass doors facing Wyandotte Street and exhaled a weary sigh.

Of course. It was raining. The sidewalk outside was wet and shiny, reflecting the lights from traffic, the hotel and Municipal Plaza across the street. Even if the weather was nice and she wasn’t a woman alone late at night, the university would be too far to walk from here, especially in the black high heels that pinched her toes.

Options, Gigi. Think of options. Going back to that crowd and begging someone for help wasn’t one of them.

Thinking was what she excelled at when she wasn’t overwhelmed by people and emotions, and when she saw the bright lights from the city bus letting out passengers at the corner of Twelfth Street and Wyandotte, she knew what to do.

Flipping over her university ID, she let out an audible breath. Her bus pass was still tucked inside the plastic sheath. Clutching the lanyard in her fist, she stepped out into the chill of the rainy autumn night. With her heels splashing over the pavement, she hurried across the street and knocked on the closing bus doors so she could climb in before it drove away.

Twenty minutes later, having used up every bit of extroverted energy her shy genes could muster, she was back on campus. She was tired, damp and cold. But she still wasn’t getting home anytime soon.

She cleared her throat, giving the night security guard in the gray-and-black uniform another chance to wake up.

“Officer Galbreath?” she repeated, hugging her long cardigan over her dress. It was colder here inside the regulated air of the Williams University Technology Building than it had been outside, perhaps because her feet were still wet and squishing in her ruined shoes. “Jerome?”

Her only reply was a gravelly snore. The older gentleman with the mahogany skin and salt-and-pepper hair had dozed off at his desk in the lobby. Since she’d been absentminded enough to leave her university ID looped around her neck like a piece of jewelry, she had her own key card to enter the research lab on the second floor. But if Jerome Galbreath didn’t log her in before she did so, she’d set off the after-hours security alarm the moment she opened the door.

The last thing she wanted was for campus security and the Kansas City police to swarm the building and question why she was breaking into the lab in this ridiculously short and soggy getup, long after classes had ended for the day and most of the campus had shut down for the weekend. Gigi hated swarms of anything—birds, bugs, people crowding around her, too many people talking at once.

Tonight’s party had been pure torture. She’d done the job the university had expected of her, but now she needed solitude and silence to take the edge off her frayed nerves. That meant yoga pants or jammies, a cup of hot tea and a book or movie to immerse herself in at home.

Only, she couldn’t get home.

She already felt like a dork for leaving her phone, keys and wallet in her backpack at work because she’d been so nervous about attending the hoity-toity reception at the Muehlebach Hotel. Come to the party, Gigi, Dr. Lombard had said. Put on something pretty. Ride in the limo with me to the hotel and drink champagne. The university is buying. You deserve to have a little fun to celebrate our success. You do have a party dress, don’t you?

Um, no.

It wasn’t until Dr. Lombard had said that he needed her to come along to explain the technicalities of their research to interested guests while he schmoozed the crowd of visiting Lukinburg dignitaries and donors who’d made generous contributions to the department that she’d agreed to go. He needed her expertise to make tonight a success.

That had always been her Kryptonite—someone needing her. Since most people, beyond her sister and a few close friends, barely noticed her shy, studious self, the idea of being important enough to be needed, to be necessary to another person, was as alluring as it was unfamiliar. She’d been suckered in by those words more than once in her life. As smart as she was, it was a lesson she should have learned by now.

A lesson that wouldn’t leave her stranded in downtown Kansas City after dark.

She was more than eager to support Ian Lombard’s cutting-edge research into new-market computer-component and power-consumption applications, and the Lukin investors were willing to fund that research because it gave them a market for the raw materials produced in their country. Gigi knew how to conduct herself in a classy manner at sedate university functions, how to smooth things over for her brilliant, but volatile boss. And although she’d gotten lost during Dr. Zajac’s tirade, she even spoke a few words of Lukin, so she could communicate with their guests on a rudimentary level. She was proud of Dr. Lombard’s work—her work, too, since she’d been his right hand for two years now. She’d taken over teaching one of his classes to free him up to concentrate on fast-tracking his research.

But celebrate? Schmooze? Dr. Gigi Brennan fit that role about as well as this fancy dress she’d borrowed from her younger, curvier sister fit her. Although Tammy had insisted that she couldn’t go wrong with a little black dress, the outfit was too short to be comfortable and hung loose on Gigi’s willowy frame.

Gigi’s willingness to put on Tammy’s dress and brave the reception had ended the moment she realized Dr. Lombard had left the party without her. He’d needed her, all right—to cover for his inexplicable absence, to represent the department while he went off and...what? Went home to get a full night’s sleep? Skyped a phone call with his drama professor wife who was currently researching Henrik Ibsen in Scandinavia? Rendezvous in a hotel room upstairs with one of those dewy-eyed grad students he liked to flirt with while said wife was out of the country?

The why didn’t matter. Gone was gone. Lombard had taken advantage of her inability to say no to him. She’d call her sister for a ride, but Tammy had been at a teachers’ conference in Vegas this week and was staying a couple of extra days to have some fun. Gigi was on her own. Nothing new there. She should be used to that by now.

Gigi had made it back to the university where her car was parked.

But she wasn’t going any farther without her keys.

And a sleeping security guard.

She was the responsible one. The family breadwinner who’d stepped up to take custody of her underage sister after their parents had died in a traffic accident. She kept food on the table and a roof over her and Tammy’s heads.

So what if she got so caught up in her work some days that she lost track of the time?

So what if she babbled like an idiot or completely shut down when her nerves got the better of her?

She was the one with the Ph.D. she’d earned by her twenty-fourth birthday three years earlier.

She was the one who’d been selected to be a part of Dr. Lombard’s team to find applications for his technology. Weaponry. Environmental sciences. Medical programs. Business efficiency models. There was a lot of money to be made in the practical applications of Lombard’s research. Money meant not just an impressive paycheck for the duration of his funding, but also the prestige that would allow her to move to a bigger university, like Massachusetts Institute of Technology or Harvard, to pursue her own research, or at least to head up her own program here in Kansas City.

With a résumé like that, she should be able to get herself home.

Gigi adjusted her glasses on her nose and silently debated how difficult it would be to extract the computer tablet from beneath Jerome’s folded arms on top of the desk where he slept. She quickly dismissed that idea because the guard wore a gun, and if she accidentally startled him awake, who knew how he’d react? For a split second, he might think she was stealing the tablet, or worse, attacking him, reacting before his thoughts cleared enough to recognize her.

So, she knocked on the counter above the desk. When he stirred, she reached over the counter to nudge his arm. “Jerome?”

She jumped back half a step when the guard’s breathing stuttered. Flattening his palms atop the desk, he pushed himself up in his chair and blinked her into focus.

“Professor Brennan?” He picked up the nearly empty coffee mug on the desk beside him, frowning before he set it back down and pushed it away. “That didn’t do me any good. Don’t know why I’m dragging tonight. Looks like you got caught out in that rainstorm.”

“I did. Thankfully, it didn’t last long.” She pushed a lock of wet auburn hair that stuck to her cheek up into what was left of the bun she wore at her nape. “I’ll dry out soon enough.”

He smiled up at her for a moment before squeezing his eyes shut and rubbing at his temple. “Can’t seem to stay awake.”

Gigi leaned against the counter, worried about the lines furrowed beside his eyes. “Are you feeling all right?”

“I’ve got a mother of a headache. Maybe I’m coming down with something.”

Gigi’s Ph.D. was in applied physics, not medicine, but even she could see that something was off about the man who’d worked the night shift here since retiring from KCPD, a few years even before she had joined the faculty. Jerome Galbreath didn’t just fall asleep on the job. “I’ve got a couple of ibuprofens up in my office. Would that help?”

“Maybe. Thanks.” Still seeming a little disoriented, Jerome inspected the imprint that the corner of his computer tablet had left on his hand before shaking off the drowsy fog. “How long was I out?”

“I’ve only been here a few minutes. Friday nights are pretty slow. I imagine it can get kind of boring.”

He shook his head, disagreeing with her speculation. “I didn’t just doze off. That was a deep sleep. Sorry about that.” He punched the power button on the tablet and pulled up the personnel screen. A lot of expensive equipment and cutting-edge technology was housed in the lab where she worked on the second floor. Only a handful of professors and staff held key cards to access the faculty offices and lab itself, and the university kept close tabs on anyone who entered the building. Officer Galbreath rose to his feet and pushed the tablet across the countertop so she could sign in. Even as he rubbed his temple again, he offered her his usual smile. “You’re here mighty late.”

“I left my bag up in my office when I changed for the party.” If Dr. Lombard hadn’t been in such a hurry to put in an appearance at the reception, she might have remembered to borrow an evening purse from Tammy, too, and switch a few necessary items to it. Like car keys and her phone.

“Do you have your key card?”

Gigi pulled the purple-and-white Williams University lanyard she wore from inside the front of her dress and held up the attached key card ID. “Right here.”

“Doesn’t exactly go with your outfit,” Jerome teased.

“That’s why I’m not the fashion icon of the family.” She scrolled through the names on the screen to find her own but frowned when she saw the one that was still highlighted. “Is Dr. Lombard here?”

Surely, he wasn’t here at this hour to work. Unless that argument she’d witnessed between Ian and Dr. Zajac had prompted him to come back to the lab to...what? Retrieve evidence to prove a theory or show proof of a patent? Correct a mistake in their findings or investigate a flaw in their product development?

The security guard took the tablet from her and frowned. “I must have forgotten to log him out when he left.”

“But he was here?” Gigi clarified. “When?”

“He was in a meeting in his office when I came on duty at nine. There was a message on my desk saying he wasn’t to be disturbed.” He punched in a number on his phone before handing her a folded-up note. “I thought he had that reception with those foreign investors.”

Gigi nodded, skimming the brief, typed missive. “I was there with him. For a while.”

Jerome—

Private meeting in my office tonight.

No visitors. No calls.

I’ll lock up.

Dr. Lombard

Private meeting? Tonight? When he should be out celebrating his success? And not leaving her stranded? She was Ian’s right hand when it came to work. Why wouldn’t she know about this meeting?

Maybe she should rethink the curvy young student theory. “You didn’t see anyone with him, did you?” Although the sterile lab was hardly conducive to romance, Ian did have a leather couch in his office. “A woman, perhaps?”

“I didn’t even see him. Probably my mistake, and he’s long gone.” Jerome grinched about not being old enough to nod off like he had and hung up the phone. “He’s not answering in his office.” Gigi went ahead and signed herself in and Jerome waved her around the counter and connected the chain from his desk to the outer wall to indicate that access to the building was blocked while he was away. “I’ll walk up with you and make sure he’s gone before I sign him out. It’s past time for me to make rounds, anyway.”

Jerome opened the elevator doors and ushered her inside. When the doors opened again onto the second floor, the hallway was dark except for the security lights casting a sickly yellowish glow across the white marble floor tiles. The entire wall across from them was devoted to the research lab and faculty offices behind a row of floor-to-ceiling windows framed by stainless steel and secured by key-card access locks. The impressive facade allowed students and visitors to peek inside without disturbing the pristine sterility of the workstations where Gigi and Ian, other university staff, visiting professors, and promising graduate students worked. The display of technology was also meant to inspire students in classrooms on this side of the hallway, as well as motivate visiting donors to give even more money to the university and its research-and-development programs.