by Jeff Gunhus
Genre: Adult Thriller
Release Date: January 10th 2016
Summary from Goodreads:
When a high-society call girl is murdered in her Georgetown home, investigators find two cameras hidden in the walls of her bedroom. One has its memory erased, presumably by the murderer. The second is connected to the Internet through an encrypted connection...and no-one knows who's on the other end.
Special Agent Allison McNeil is asked by beleaguered FBI Director Clarence Mason to run an off-the-record investigation of the murder. The most direct path to apprehending the killer is to find the videos, but with rumors that the victim's client list may have included Mason's political enemies, Allison worries about the director's motives. As she starts her investigation, she quickly discovers that she's not the only one pursuing the videos. In fact, the most aggressive person racing against her might be the murderer himself.
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Excerpt 4
“You OK, sweets?” came her dad’s voice behind her.
She stirred and glanced over her shoulder. Pat McNeil, a
hard man who’d lived a hard life, stood shivering in the cold. Clutched in his
big, heavy-knuckled hands, he held a knit cap. He held it out to her.
“You’ll catch something out in this,” he said. “Gotta cover
your head.”
Allison got to her feet, took the hat and pulled it onto her
dad’s head until it covered his ears.
“You’re right, you do,” she said. “I thought you were going
to stay in the car.”
His eyes darted away from hers, that look of panic that
broke her heart when he realized he’d forgotten something simple he should
remember. He covered it up well. Too well. It was one of the reasons his diagnosis
had come so late.
“Damned if I’ll stay in a warm car while my girl’s out here
freezing,” he said.
Allison slid her arm into his and leaned against his broad
shoulder. His false bluster disappeared and he put his arm around her, pulling
her in tight.
“I’m sorry, sweets,” he said into her ear. “Really, I am.”
Buried in her father’s arms, she let go of the walls built
up around her and let the emotions spill out. She stood there, clinging to her
father, and cried.
Even as his disease robbed him of his memory, his heart knew
his little girl was hurting and still needed her father. He held her tight as
she sobbed into his chest, knowing that no force on earth would make him let go
of her until she was good and done.
When she finally pulled back, he wiped the tears from her
cheeks and smiled. “What do you say we rent some old movies from Blockbuster?
I’ll make some popcorn and we’ll just hang out all day and get fat?”
She smiled through the pang in her chest. The Blockbuster
near their house had closed years ago and they’d talked at length on the drive
up about her upcoming meeting that morning with Clarence Mason; the one where
she was half-certain she was getting fired for shooting Garret in the leg. But
she didn’t mention any of this. She just slid her hand into his and walked him
toward the car.
“Sounds good, Dad,” she said. “I’d love that.”
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