by Terri Reed
With his K-9 partner at his side,
can he survive false accusations and a bomber?
Detective Henry Roarke’s determined to prove his innocence to internal affairs officer Olivia Vance—but first he must survive the bomber targeting him and his bomb-sniffing K-9, Cody. With a coming baby to protect and an investigation to pursue, Olivia has her hands full...until she becomes a target, as well. Can they catch the bomber before they all lose their lives?
Cody ran over to Olivia’s window and stared at it.
“He’s alerting,” Henry declared. “The explosive is attached to your apartment window. We have to get out of here!”
Grabbing her cat, Olivia ignored its howling protest and ran with Henry and Cody. They’d only made it a few steps down the hall when Henry’s cell phone dinged, stopping them both in their tracks. Dread gripped Olivia as she pressed close to Henry to read the incoming text.
Ka-BOOM!
TRUE BLUE K-9 UNIT: BROOKLYN
These police officers fight for justice with the help of their brave canine partners.
Copycat Killer by Laura Scott, April 2020
Chasing Secrets by Heather Woodhaven, May 2020
Deadly Connection by Lenora Worth, June 2020
Explosive Situation by Terri Reed, July 2020
Tracking a Kidnapper by Valerie Hansen, August 2020
Scene of the Crime by Sharon Dunn, September 2020
Cold Case Pursuit by Dana Mentink, October 2020
Delayed Justice by Shirlee McCoy, November 2020
True Blue K-9 Unit: Brooklyn Christmas by Laura Scott and Maggie K. Black, December 2020
Terri Reed’s romance and romantic suspense novels have appeared on the Publishers Weekly top twenty-five and Nielsen BookScan top one hundred lists, and have been featured in USA TODAY, Christian Fiction magazine and RT Book Reviews. Her books have been finalists for the Romance Writers of America RITA® Award and the National Readers’ Choice Award, and finalists three times for the American Christian Fiction Writers Carol Award. Contact Terri at terrireed.com or PO Box 19555, Portland, OR 97224.
Books by Terri Reed
Love Inspired Suspense
Buried Mountain Secrets
Secret Mountain Hideout
True Blue K-9 Unit: Brooklyn
Explosive Situation
True Blue K-9 Unit
Seeking the Truth
Military K-9 Unit
Tracking Danger
Mission to Protect
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Explosive Situation
Terri Reed
Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.
—Proverbs 3:5–6
Thank you to my family for all the support and love.
Contents
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
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Dear Reader
Excerpt from Amish Sanctuary by Katy Lee
ONE
A prickle of unease tingled at the base of K-9 detective Henry Roarke’s neck. Squirreled away in the records room of the recently formed Brooklyn K-9 unit with his bomb-sniffing beagle, Cody, lying at his feet and dozens of his fellow officers in the building, he knew there was no reason for the unsettling sensation of being watched. Yet it was something that he had been feeling the past several months. Even before the incident that had landed him in hot water.
Eyeing Cody, who lifted his head but made no sound, Henry couldn’t decide if he was being paranoid or had just been cooped up in here too long, especially with the humid July heat adding its own special brand of oppression to the windowless room. Yet he couldn’t shake the disquiet alerting his senses.
With slow, deliberate movements, he set down the file folder he held, straightened his spine and turned around, fully expecting to find an empty doorway. Instead, his gaze collided with the amber-colored eyes of Internal Affairs Lieutenant Olivia Vance. He suppressed a groan of frustration.
She stood tall and regal in a black pantsuit with her brunette hair pulled back into some sort of fancy bun, which emphasized the slender column of her neck visible above the collar of her white shirt. Her tawny skin had the glow of health and her full lips were tinged a slightly rosy color that emphasized her very feminine and pretty mouth. He jerked his gaze back to her eyes.
The woman exuded a professional aptitude that would normally draw Henry in. He liked women who were confident and sure of their place in the world—not that he’d dated much the past six years. After his long-term girlfriend Kathy’s refusal to bond with Riley, he’d made a vow not to let anyone in his life until his sister was on her own.
Except this woman was here to dig into his life, not start a romance. Olivia was tasked with determining whether the allegations brought against him by a twentysomething-year-old punk, who’d resisted arrest and made a grab for his sidearm, were reason enough to recommend to the review board that Henry be brought up on assault charges. Charges that would end a career he loved.
Sharply turning back to the mound of folders he was organizing, Henry asked, “Can I help you, Lieutenant?”
“I need to interview you.”
He slanted a glance at her.
“If you would please accompany me to an interrogation room.” She gestured to the open doorway and empty hall behind her.
Jaw clenching, Henry marshaled his irritation as best he could. “With all due respect, ma’am, I’ve already spoken to Lieutenant Jabboski. Can’t you read his report?”
Olivia’s delicately dark, winged eyebrows rose. “I’m sorry to inform you that Lieutenant Jabboski’s skills as an investigator were lacking. He made few notes and relied heavily on his gut feelings. I, however, do not.”
The original Internal Affairs investigator had recently suffered a mild heart attack and retired, leaving the investigation to be completed by the recently promoted Olivia. Though Henry had never met the woman, he’d known of her for years. He was friends with her two older brothers, both officers working out of Manhattan precincts and also knew one of her sisters, a paramedic. Each had described Olivia as a taskmaster, meticulous and overbearing. Traits that lent themselves to the career she’d chosen.
“Because I am basically starting from the beginning,” the lieutenant continued, “I need to hear from you regarding the events that took place on the night in question.”
Henry’s coworkers had already been interviewed by the Internal Affairs lieutenant. And no matter how much each one had assured him that the investigation wouldn’t amount to anything, anxiety twisted in his chest. Now it was his turn to fall under this woman’s scrutiny. “I’d like my union rep to be present.”
After a second’s hesitation, she inclined her head. “That is your right. I will wait to hear from you and set up a time in the future. Meanwhile, have fun with your file folders—though I seriously doubt any of them are about to explode.”
Henry drew back his chin at the jab. “Excuse me?�
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She shrugged and gave him a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “I was told you were chomping at the bit to get back to full duty. Apparently, I was misinformed.” She turned to go.
“Lieutenant, wait!” Henry was indeed eager to reclaim his position on the bomb squad. He was tired of the menial assignments and there was only so much training he and Cody could do in a day before the dog needed a break. “I’ve changed my mind. We can do this now. Here.”
He’d talk to her without his union rep because he hadn’t done anything wrong, but he wasn’t about to let her put him in an interrogation room like he was some criminal suspect.
For a moment, she seemed to consider his words, then nodded before withdrawing a small notepad and pen from her suit jacket. She stepped just inside the doorway. “Okay, then. Tell me about the night of March twenty-seventh.”
Resigning himself to repeating what he’d told Jabboski, Henry said, “A call came in about a possible bomb threat at Owl’s Head Park’s skate park. When we—”
The chime of an incoming text on his cell phone filled the room. Henry grabbed the device from the top of the filing cabinet. He hoped the text was from his sister saying she had made it safely home from her summer class at Brooklyn College.
He still wasn’t used to the idea of his baby sister going to college. She’d elected to take summer classes to jump-start her freshmen year. Plus, it would keep her busy because her regular summer job of nanny for the neighbors was on hold while the family was out west visiting relatives.
“Excuse me,” Olivia’s voice snapped. “We’re in the middle of an interview.”
Henry met her gaze. “I understand, ma’am. This will only take a minute.”
He opened his text messages, aware of Olivia’s displeasure emanating from her like daggers poking into his skin. He turned his back while he read the text. It was from Riley. She was on her way to Coney Island. Her class had ended over an hour ago. No doubt she was already at the boardwalk and texting him had been an afterthought. She was in so much trouble.
He blew out a breath as he quickly typed a response, reminding her they’d discussed her going straight home after her class. She may be eighteen and technically an adult, but until she was on her own and not living under his roof, she still had to abide by his rules. And she’d just broken one.
He pinched the bridge of his nose as he set the phone back on the filing cabinet. His head throbbed with a brewing headache. Why had no one told him parenting a teenager would be so difficult? He didn’t regret taking in his half sibling after the death of their father and her mother six years ago. But there were times when he pondered what it would be like to be free of this constant gnawing worry.
“Can we proceed?” Olivia’s voice was edged in impatience.
“Yes, ma’am.” He couldn’t believe he had to go through this again. He had had complete confidence that Lieutenant Jabboski would have told the review board that Henry had acted appropriately. Now the investigation was starting from scratch. And with the disapproving glare that this woman was serving him, he doubted she would find much in his favor.
Reining in his frustration, he said, “When Cody and I, along with Detective Bradley McGregor and his K-9, arrived—”
His phone chimed again with another incoming text. He cringed. Now what? He hoped Riley was saying she was headed home.
Olivia cleared her throat. “Can you please put away your phone and set it to silent?”
“Sorry. It’s my sister, Riley.” He snatched up the phone.
Family came first for him, always.
Only this wasn’t from Riley. The incoming text came from a number he didn’t recognize. His mouth dried as he read the words.
Knock knock. Who’s there? Joey Yums. Joey Yums who? Joey Yums goes kaboooom—at 3:20 LOLZ
Henry’s stomach dropped. Joey Yums was a hole-in-the-wall falafel joint at the far end of the Coney Island boardwalk and one of his sister’s favorite places to eat when they visited the area.
He checked the time on his phone and panic exploded in his chest, making his body shake. It would take twenty to thirty minutes to reach the restaurant from the station, depending on traffic—barely time to arrive and remove people from the vicinity, let alone disarm an explosive device. But he had to try. Riley was in danger. His veins flooded with adrenaline. He quickly sent her a text warning her to stay away from Joey Yums and go home. Now. He grabbed Cody’s leash. “Time to work.”
He pushed past Olivia and hurried out of the records room in search of his sergeant.
“Excuse me!” Olivia’s voice rang out with indignation. “We’re not done here. And you aren’t allowed to work.”
“I have to go. Lives are in danger.” He went straight to the front desk, leaving Olivia staring after him, her gaze like a heavy weight on his shoulders.
“I need Gavin now,” he told Penny McGregor, his friend and colleague, and Bradley’s younger sister.
“He’s out on a call,” she told him. “But I can contact him.”
Having no other choice, Henry had to make sure his sister and everyone else was safe. “You do that. Tell him Joey Yums restaurant in Coney Island. A bomb threat. We’re on it. Alert the sixtieth precinct to meet us in front of Joey Yums.”
Without waiting for a reply, he headed out the door as his fingers flew across his text message screen, writing to his boss. He had to let Gavin know what he was doing. Henry had no doubt he’d end up in hot water, but at the moment, he didn’t care. Riley was his only family and innocent lives were at stake.
He reached his vehicle, a large white SUV with blue lettering identifying the K-9 unit. The back passenger area was outfitted with a large compartment for Cody and a smaller passenger space for suspect transportation. Behind that was cargo space for his and Cody’s equipment.
A question ricocheted through his mind: How had this bomber managed to get a hold of his personal cell phone number?
* * *
A good dose of irritation, annoyance and stunned outrage engulfed Olivia as she raced to keep up with the towering, fast-moving officer while stuffing her notebook and pen back into her suit pocket.
The summer sun glistened off his shaved head and deepened the bronze angles of his handsome face. He presented a formidable adversary with a well-toned, muscular body beneath his dark blue uniform. His shoulders were wide and his bearing that of someone who was used to being in control.
Which irked her to no end.
Her late husband had wanted to control her and that had caused issues in their marriage, which left her with a bitter taste in her mouth. She was done with controlling men.
Olivia caught up to him at his vehicle. “Where do you think you’re going? You’re on modified duty. Which means you are not to leave the station.”
He opened the back passenger door and lifted Cody into the K-9 unit’s caged compartment.
The moment he shut the door, Olivia planted herself in front of the driver-side door. The intensity in his dark eyes was both daunting and frightening, but she had two older brothers who had mastered the art of intimidation. Henry’s ire didn’t faze her. She blew out a breath. “Your refusal to obey orders doesn’t bode well for you.”
“With all due respect, this investigation is a sham. The kid is lying. I didn’t hurt him. And I know how to follow orders. I’m former Army.”
She’d read in his file that he’d served. Combat soldier with a medal of valor. Impressive, but she couldn’t let that sway her. “Then you should stay put and let someone else deal with the situation.”
“I can’t.” He reached past her, his hand grabbing the door handle. He was taller than her by at least four inches, which was a lot considering she was almost six feet tall. His arm brushed against her shoulder, the friction disconcerting.
“Why? Where are you going?”
“Coney Isla
nd,” he said sharply. “That second text was a bomb threat.”
Her stomach contracted with a wave of anxiety. A bomb? “There’s a bomb hidden somewhere on the Coney Island beach or boardwalk?”
“Yes.” He faced her. His dark eyes filled with worry. “I don’t care if you take my job away. My sister is there, and she’s in danger. I’m going. As a police officer or not. Time is of the essence. Come with me or not, the choice is yours.”
Stunned by that bit of news, Olivia understood now why he was so anxious to get to Coney Island. And his sister was involved. She understood family loyalty.
Her two brothers would react the same way, not caring that they were risking their lives or their careers, if one of their three sisters needed them. Apparently, Henry was the same. Grudging respect filled her and she mentally tucked away the knowledge.
Without another word, she ran around the front of his vehicle, keeping her hand on the hood to make sure he didn’t leave without her as he jumped in and started the engine.
She quickly climbed into the passenger seat. She’d barely shut the door before he peeled out of the parking lot behind the K-9 unit building with sirens blaring. Even with her seat belt fastened, she had to hang on with both hands to keep from being thrown about the inside of the cab as he drove out of the Bay Ridge neighborhood like a man on a mission. Which she supposed he was.
Everything about this man was sharp. Sharp edges, sharp tongue and sharp anger. She’d done her research before confronting him today. His fellow K-9 officers spoke highly of him. All trusting his judgment. His superior had said Henry was top notch. One of the best.
Even his instructors at the police academy praised him and his dog.
But the man sitting beside her didn’t appear to be a man in control. More like a man desperate to protect someone he loved. What had happened the night of Davey Carrell’s injuries? Had Henry lost his cool as Davey claimed, bending Davey’s wrist to the point of breaking and elbowing the kid in the neck, causing strain to the muscles there?
