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When a lakeside tryst ends in a double murder, police detective Daniele Harper arrives on the scene determined to get answers.
As a ballistics expert and former Navy SEAL, Scott Black knows firearms, and he knows he can help Dani unravel her case. Scott has managed to hide his interest in his best friend’s younger sister for years, but when her investigation brings them together, the sparks between them quickly get out of control. Scott resolves to keep his hands off Dani and his eyes on the goal—identifying a killer. But when that killer zeroes in on Dani, all bets are off. There isn’t a line Scott won’t cross to convince Dani to trust him so that he can help her take down a ruthless murderer who has her in his sights.
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Laney Knox blinked into the darkness and listened. Something...
She closed her eyes and slid deeper into the warm sheets, dismissing the sound. Probably her neighbor’s cat on the patio again.
Her eyes flew open. It wasn’t the
the light that
sound but her attention now. Or lack of light. She gazed at the bedroom window, but
didn’t see a band of white seeping through the gap between the shade and the
She stared into the void, trying to shake off the grogginess. The outdoor
was new--her landlord had changed it
yesterday. Had he botched the job? She should have done it herself, but her
shoestring budget didn’t cover LED lights. It barely covered ramen noodles and
Red Bull. lightbulb
Laney looked around the pitch-black room. She wasn’t afraid of the dark, never had been. Roaches terrified her. And block parties. But darkness had always been no big deal.
Except this darkness was all wrong.
How many software developers does it take to change a
? None, it’s a hardware problem. lightbulb
She strained her ears and listened
whatever sound had
awakened her, but she heard nothing. She saw nothing. All her senses could
discern was a slight chill against her skin and the lingering scent of the kung
for chicken she’d had for dinner. But something seemed off. As the seconds
ticked by, a feeling of dread settled over her. pao
She bolted upright. The noise was soft but unmistakable. Someone was inside her house.
Her heart skittered. Her thoughts
in a thousand
directions. She lived in an old bungalow, more dilapidated than charming, and
her bedroom was at the back, a virtual dead end. She glanced at her windows.
She’d reinforced the original latches with screw locks to deter burglars--which
had seemed like a good idea at the time. But now she felt trapped. She reached
over and groped around on the nightstand for her phone. zinged
Crap crap crap. It was charging in the kitchen.
Her blood turned icy as stark reality sank in. She had no phone, no weapon, no exit route. And someone was inside.
Should she hide in the closet? Or try to slip past him somehow, maybe if he stepped into her room? It would never work,
A burst of panic made the decision for her and she was across the room in a flash. She scurried behind the door and flattened herself against the wall. Her breath came in shallow gasps. Her heart pounded wildly as she felt more than heard him creeping closer.
That’s what he was doing. Creeping. He
hallway with quiet, deliberate steps while she cowered behind the door,
quivering and naked except for her oversized Florence and the Machine T-shirt.
Sweat sprang up on the back of her neck and her chest tightened. was easing
Who the hell was he? What did he want? She had no cash, no jewelry, just a few thousand dollars’ worth of hardware sitting on her desk. Maybe she could slip out while he stole it.
Yeah, right. Her ancient hatchback in the driveway was a neon sign announcing that whoever lived here was not only dead broke, but obviously home. This intruder was no burglar--he was here for her.
Laney’s pulse sprinted. Her hands formed useless little fists at her sides, and she was overwhelmed with the absurd notion that she should have followed through
that on class. kickboxing
She forced a breath into her lungs and tried to think.
She had to think her way out of this because she was five-three, one-hundred-ten pounds, and weaponless. She didn’t stand much chance against even an average-size man and if he was armed, forget it.
The air moved. Laney’s throat went dry. She stayed perfectly still and felt a faint shifting of molecules on the other side of the door. Then a soft sound, barely a whisper, as the door drifted open.
She held her breath. Her heart hammered. Everything was black, but gradually there was a hole in the blackness--a tall, man-shaped hole--and she stood paralyzed with disbelief as the shape eased into her bedroom and crept toward her bed. She watched it, rooted in place, waiting...
... waiting . waiting
Her feet slapped against the wood floor as she raced down the hallway. Air swooshed behind her. A scream tore from her throat, then became a shrill yelp as he grabbed her hair and slammed her against the wall.
A stunning blow knocked her to the floor. Stars burst behind her eyes as her cheek hit wood. She scrambled to her feet. She made a frantic dash and tripped over the coffee table, sending
and dishes flying as
she crashed to her knees. glasses
He flipped her onto her back and then he was on her, pinning her with his massive weight as something sharp cut into her shoulder blade.
She clawed at his face, his eyes. He wore a ski mask, and all she could see were three round holes and a sinister flash of teeth amid the blackness. She shrieked, but an elbow against her throat cut off all sound, all breath, as she fought and bucked beneath him.
He was strong, immovable. And terrifyingly calm as he pinned her arms one by one under his knees and reached for something in the pocket of his jacket. She expected a weapon--a knife or a gun--and she tried to heave him off. Panic seized her as his shadow shifted in the dimness. Above her frantic grunts she heard the tear of duct tape. And suddenly the idea of being silenced that way was more horrifying than even a blade.
With a fresh burst of adrenaline she wriggled her arm out from under his knee and flailed for any kind of weapon. She groped around the floor until her fingers closed around something smooth and slender—a pen, a chopstick, she didn’t know. She gripped it in her hand and jabbed at his face with all her might. He reared back with a howl.
Laney bucked hard and rolled out from under him as he clutched his face.
A scream erupted from deep inside her. She tripped to her feet and rocketed for the door.
This case was going to throw him. Reed Novak knew it the second he saw the volleyball court.
Taut net, sugary white sand. Beside the court was a swimming pool that sparkled like a sapphire under the blazing August sun.
“Hell, if I had a pool like that, I’d use it.”
Reed looked at his partner in the passenger seat. Jay Wallace had his window rolled down and his hefty arm resting on the door.
“Otherwise, what’s the point?”
Reed didn’t answer. The point was probably to slap a photo on a web site to justify the astronomical rent Bellaterra charged for one- and two-bedroom units five minutes from downtown.
Reed pulled in beside the white ME’s van and climbed out, glancing around. Even with a few emergency vehicles, the parking lot was quiet.
young and athletically inclined tenants were either Bellaterra’s jobs or
classes, or maybe home with their parents for the summer, letting their luxury
apartments sit empty. at
Reed stood for a moment, getting a feel. Heat radiated up from the blacktop and the drone of cicadas drowned out the traffic noise on Lake Austin Boulevard. He glanced across the parking lot to the ground-floor unit where a female patrol officer stood guard.
“First responder, Lena Gutierrez.” Reed said, looking at Jay. “You know her?”
“Think she’s new.”
They crossed the lot and exchanged introductions. Gutierrez looked nervous in her wilted uniform. Her gaze darted to the detective shield clipped to Reed’s belt.
“I secured the perimeter, sir.”
“Good. Tell us what you got.”
She cleared her throat. “Apartment’s rented to April Abrams, twenty-five. Didn’t show up for work today, didn’t answer her phone. One of her co-workers dropped by. The door was reportedly unlocked, so she went inside to check...”
Her voice trailed off as though they should fill in the blank.
Reed stepped around her and examined the door, which stood ajar. No visible scratches on the locking mechanism. No gouges on the
Jay was already covering his black
with paper booties.
Reed did the same. Austin was casual, but they always wore business
attire--suit pants and button-down shirts--because of days like today. Reed
never wanted to do a death knock dressed like he was on his way to a keg party. wingtips
He stepped into the cool foyer and let his eyes adjust. To his right was a living area. White sectional sofa, bleached wood coffee table, white shag rug over
. The pristine room was a contrast to the
hallway, where yellow evidence markers littered the tile floor. A picture on
the wall had been knocked askew and a pair of ME’s assistants bent over a body. beige carpet
A bare foot jutted out from the huddle. Pale skin, red toenail polish.
Reed walked into the hall, sidestepping numbered pieces of plastic that flagged evidence he couldn’t see. A slender guy with premature gray hair glanced up. Reed knew the man, and his expression was even grimmer than usual.
April Abrams was young.
Reed knelt down for a closer look. She lay on her side, her head resting in a pool of coagulated blood. Long auburn hair partially obscured her face, and her arm was bent behind her at an impossible angle. A strip of silver duct tape covered her mouth.
“Jesus,” Jay muttered behind him.
Her bare legs scissored out to the side. A pink T-shirt was bunched up under her armpits, and Reed noted extensive scratches on both breasts.
“What do you have?” Reed asked.
“Twelve to eighteen hours, ballpark,” the ME’s assistant said. “The pathologist should be able to pin that down better.”
Reed studied at her face again. No visible abrasions. No ligature marks on her neck. The left side of her skull was smashed in, and her hair was matted with dried blood.
“Murder weapon?” Reed asked.
“Not that we’ve seen. You might ask the
, though. She’s
in the kitchen.” photog
Reed stood up, looking again at the tape covering
. A lock of her hair was stuck under it, which for some reason pissed him
He moved into the kitchen and paused beside a sliding glass door that opened onto a fenced patio. Outside on the concrete sat a pair of plastic bowls, both empty.
“I haven’t seen a weapon,” the crime scene photographer said over her shoulder. “You’ll be the first to know.”
Reed glanced around her to see what had her attention. On the granite countertop was an ID badge attached to one of those plastic clips with a retractable cord. The badge showed April’s mug shot with her name and the words ChatWare Solutions printed below. April had light blue eyes, pale skin. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she smiled tentatively for the camera.
The photographer finished with the badge and shifted to get a shot of the door.
“Come across a phone?” Reed asked, looking around. No dirty dishes on the counters. Empty sink.
“Not so far.” She glanced up from her camera as Jay stepped into the kitchen and silently handed Reed a pair of latex gloves. “I haven’t done the bedroom yet, though, so don’t you guys move anything.”
Reed pulled on the gloves and opened the fridge. It took him a moment to identify the unfamiliar contents: spinach, beets, bean sprouts. Something green and frilly that might or might not be
. The dietary train
wreck continued in the pantry, where he found three boxes of Kashi, six bottles
of vitamins, and a bag of flax seeds. kale
Opening the cabinet under the sink Reed found a bag of cat food and a plastic trash can. The
was empty, not even a plastic bag inside
it despite the box of them right there in the cabinet. He’d check out
Bellaterra’s Dumpsters. Reed opened several drawers and found the usual
assortment of utensils. can
“That’s an eight-hundred-dollar juicer.” Jay nodded at the silver appliance near the sink.
“At least. Maybe a thousand. My sister got one last Christmas.”
Gutierrez was standing in the foyer now, watching them with interest.
“Did you come across a phone?” Reed asked her. “A purse? A wallet?”
“No on all three, sir. I did a full walk-through, didn’t see anything.”
Reed exchanged a look with Jay before moving back into the hallway. The ME’s people were now taping paper bags over the victim’s hands.
Reed stepped into the bedroom. A ceiling fan moved on low speed, stirring the air. The queen-size bed was heaped with plump white pillows like a fancy hotel. The pillows were piled to the side and the bedspread was thrown back, suggesting April had gone to bed and then gotten up.
she heard him?” Jay asked. Think
The bedside lamp was off, and the only light in the room came from sunlight streaming through
. Reed ducked into the
bathroom. Makeup was scattered across the counter. A gold watch with a diamond
bezel sat beside the sink. Reed opened the medicine cabinet. vertical blinds
“Sleeping pills, nasal spray, laxatives, OxyContin,” he said.
Reed examined the latch on the window above the toilet. Then he moved into the bedroom. Peering under the
found a pair of white
sandals and a folded shopping bag. On the nightstand was a stack of magazines:
Entertainment Weekly, People, Wired. He opened the nightstand drawer and stared
down. bed he
Jay glanced over. “Vibrator?”
“Chocolate.” Four bars of Godiva, seventy-two percent cocoa. One of the bars had the wrapper partially removed and a hunk bitten off.
Reed was more or less numb to going through people’s stuff, but the chocolate bar struck him as both sad and infinitely personal. He closed the drawer.
“We ID’d her vehicle,” Gutierrez said, stepping into the room, “case you guys want to have a look.”
Reed and Jay followed her back through the apartment, catching annoyed looks from the ME’s people as they squeezed past again.
“So, what’s our game plan?” Jay asked as they exited the home and stripped
their shoe covers. off
Reed watched the gurney being rolled across the lot. Twenty minutes into the case, and already they needed a game plan. That was how it worked now, and Reed didn’t waste his energy cursing social media.
He thought of April’s mug shot. He thought of her anxious smile as she’d stood before the camera, probably her first day on the job. She’d probably been feeling a heady mix of hope and anticipation as she embarked on something new.
He pictured the slash of duct tape over her mouth now. It would stay there until she reached the autopsy table.
“No forced entry. No purse, no phone. But he left jewelry, pain
, and a Bose stereo.” meds
Jay nodded because he knew what Reed was thinking. At this point, everything pointed to someone she knew.
Jay glanced across the lot. “Damn.”
Reed turned to see an SUV easing through the gate, tailgated by a white news van. Just in time for the money shot of the body coming out. In a matter of
image minutes the -ponging between satellites. would be ping
,” Jay muttered. Dirtbags
Reed shook his head. “Right on time.”
At Close Range by Laura Griffin
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
At Close Range by Laura Griffin is a 2017 Pocket Books publication.
Oh, yeah! The Tracers, baby!!
While I have enjoyed all of the books in the series that I’ve read so far, this is one of the best of Griffin's recent releases.
Dani gets her shot at being the lead detective in a double homicide, and she is experiencing a case of the nerves. But, things get even stranger when her brother’s best friend, Scott, becomes the prime suspect.
Scott is a former SEAL is adjusting to civilian life and is fighting off a long time attraction to Dani, the sister of his best friend. But, when the ballistics expert is implicated in a double murder, he and Dani are thrown together in a high octane situation and the sparks between fly higher than ever before.
But, it soon becomes apparent that Dani is a target and Scott intends to do everything he can to clear his name and keep Dani safe.
Whew! Scott and Dani have a sizzling hot chemistry between them and I loved that they were friends for a long time before the relationship changed. The romance is super hot and Scott is an almost perfect alpha personality.
But, the murder investigation, which takes up the most real estate in the novel, and rightly so, is very, very interesting and the action is incredibly tense and suspenseful.
This book gets back to the sort of storyline that first attracted me to his series. Griffin rarely disappoints, but this time she’s taken things up a notch. If you enjoy this series, I think you’re going to love this new chapter. If you are new to the series, you shouldn’t have a problem reading this one as a stand alone. So, if you like action packed romantic suspense, I don’t think you could ask for more!!
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