Murder and Other Unnatural Disasters

Published: 09/30/2015










ISBN Digital: 9781509202416
ISBN Print: 9781509202409
Page Count: 408
Word Count: 88560
Rating: Sensual


Watch out Southern California! There's a new entertainment attorney in town and she's got game. Only problem is, it’s not the one she should be playing. Corrie Locke belongs behind a desk, not behind a Glock. She should be taking VIP calls, not nosing around a questionable suicide. Instead, she's hot on the trail of a murderer.
 
Luckily, she's the daughter of a late, great private eye and she's inherited his love of sleuthing…and illegal weaponry. It doesn't help matters that her gene for caution is a recessive one. Corrie finds herself in the center of a murder case, unearthing suspects in shocking places. With a cold-blooded killer on the loose, Corrie will have to up her game, or die trying.

Excerpt:

“Nobody makes a fool out of James Herbert Zachary.”

“Did you just talk in the third person?”

“Shhh.” James turned toward the street.

“Let’s call in big Mickey,” I said. “He’s evidence.”

Before either of us could budge, we heard a fracas behind us, from the parking lot.

“Now what?” James took off at a run.

We raced upward. I tripped along the dirt road behind him. Just before we reached the top, we heard clicking noises, a creaking sound, and a car door slam.

We reached the lot. My chest tightened like all the oxygen had been sucked out. No sign of human or stuffed animal life. No other car besides mine and the dilapidated pickup.

“Do you think he got into the old truck?” I whispered.

“Wait here.” James moved toward the vehicle, crouching as if ready to take cover. He held a revolver in one hand and the flashlight in the other. Meanwhile, I edged toward my car. I couldn’t remember if I’d locked it in the rush of events. Was anyone residing inside? Did I live in denial of possible danger? It sure looked that way. I approached the BMW and dared a peek.

“Damn,” James said. “It’s empty.”

I jumped a foot and gave a muffled screech at the sound of James’ voice.

“What the hell are you doing?” he asked.

“Sightseeing. What do you think? I was checking my car for unwanted borders, okay?”

“It’s not okay. I told you to wait—”

“Just because you’re an ADA…”

Behind him, the shadows shifted and parted ways. A dark object launched toward us. I opened my mouth, but the words ran away.

James spun around. “Start the car.” He pointed his gun at the lightless vehicle headed our way. “Now.”

I dove into the BMW and stuffed the key in the ignition. James’ shot rang out. The loud clang split open the night. The oncoming vehicle shot straight for James. He dove off to one side. The vehicle swerved and turned down the dirt road, toward the lake. I hit the gas, barely stopping for James to scramble inside.

I veered out of the parking lot and bounced onto the cavity-ridden dirt road. The mystery car appeared out of nowhere from beneath the tall pines, eclipsed by the darkness. Now it raced away somewhere ahead.

“Why didn’t we hear it start?” I asked James.

“It’s a hybrid.”

“We’re in a car chase with a Prius?” A car chase with a Porsche or Ferrari was respectable, but with a battery operated car? All bragging rights vanished.

I shifted into warp speed and surged downhill. Seconds later, we faced the hybrid’s rear bumper. The spot for the license plate sat empty.

“He’s not getting away,” I said.

The hybrid turned and launched up a hill, kicking up pebbles and a dusty haze. It fish-tailed and I nearly nipped it in the rear. I executed a sharp left and ran over something large. And lumpy.

“Stop,” James said.

I skidded to a halt, a cloud of dirt trapped in my headlights. The Prius escaped through an open gate and onto La Paz. My eyes cut to the rearview mirror. My tail lights illuminated the road behind us in an eerie red glow. As I surveyed the scene, not a trace of saliva remained in my mouth.




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