Deadly Secrets
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DEADLY SECRETS
ANN CHRISTOPHER
CONTENTS
Back Cover Copy
Also by Ann Christopher
Dear Reader Letter
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Also by Ann Christopher
Acknowledgments
Introduction to Excerpt
Excerpt from LET’S DO IT
About the Author
A drug kingpin’s vicious crimes spark a DEADLY chain of events…
WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF A DRUG KINGPIN WANTED TO MURDER YOU?
After spending years under the thumb of his sociopathic boss, Dr. Kerry Randolph desperately wants to repudiate his life of crime.
His goals? To practice medicine. Find peace, if not redemption. Possibly even explore his forbidden attraction to U.S. Attorney Jayne Morrison, the woman responsible for prosecuting him.
Kerry’s only problem? His secret-filled past refuses to die…
“Thrilling. Relentless. Sexy. Romantic suspense for fans of Karen Robards, Lisa Jackson and Karen Rose.”
—Eve Silver, National Bestselling Author
“[An] exciting romantic thriller [with a] thrilling conclusion.” —Publisher’s Weekly on Deadly Pursuit
ALSO BY ANN CHRISTOPHER
JOURNEY’S END Small-Town Contemporary Romance Series
“Book” 1: A JOURNEY’S END Novella
Book 2: LET’S DO IT
Book 3: ON FIRE
“Book” 4: LET’S STAY TOGETHER Novella
Book 5: UNFORGETTABLE
DEADLY Romantic Suspense Series
Book 1: DEADLY PURSUIT
Book 2: DEADLY DESIRES
Book 3: DEADLY SECRETS
IT’S COMPLICATED Series
RISK
TROUBLE
JUST ABOUT SEX
SWEETER THAN REVENGE
The Davies Legacy: TWINS OF SIN Series
Book 1: SINFUL SEDUCTION
Book 2: SINFUL TEMPTATION
Book 3: SINFUL ATTRACTION
Book 4: SINFUL PARADISE
WARNER FAMILY SECRETS & LIES Series
Book 1: TENDER SECRETS
Book 2: ROAD TO SEDUCTION
Book 3: CAMPAIGN FOR SEDUCTION
Book 4: REDEMPTION’S KISS
Book 5: REDEMPTION’S TOUCH
Single Titles
CASE FOR SEDUCTION
THE SURGEON’S SECRET BABY
SEDUCED ON THE RED CARPET
Novellas
TAILS OF LOVE
GIFT OF LOVE
BELLA MONSTRUM Young Adult Horror Series
Book 1: MONSTRUM
Dear Readers:
It’s been ten years since I first started work on this romantic suspense series, during which time I left my publisher between Deadly Desires and Deadly Secrets and focused on writing contemporary romance. Which is, let’s face it, a much easier enterprise that weaving together a suspense plot.
But during the intervening years, I’ve always wondered several things:
What happened to Kerry after the end of Deadly Desires?
Why did Kerry follow Kareem into a life of crime?
If Kareem is Kerry’s dark shadow, and Kareem cannot be redeemed, is there any hope for Kerry?
I think I’ve found my answers. At long last.
Ann Christopher
P.S. If you stumbled onto this book without first reading Deadly Pursuit and Deadly Desires, I strongly recommend you go back and start the series from the beginning, as the books are interwoven and tightly plotted.
1
MIAMI—ONE WEEK AGO
“You’re just in time. I think the boss is about to rip Kareem Gregory a new one.”
Henry Gustavson’s heart sank as he stared up at the bearer of this news, a colleague named Albert, who was built like the center for the Dolphins. Henry wasn’t there for any drama. He just wanted to pay his respects, say his goodbyes (he supposed a retirement gift of a gold watch engraved with his years of loyal service was out of the question), make sure the hundred large from that last job had been deposited to his account and get the hell out of Dodge in time for his flight back to Phoenix and Alice. It’d been a couple days, and he didn’t dare stay away much longer what with dementia chomping away at her memory. She might not know him when he got back.
“What’s the problem now?” Henry asked wearily as he stepped inside the massive villa.
Albert led him all the way back to the office, where male voices were audible. “Kareem made an unauthorized trip to the post office this morning.”
Interesting.
They stepped into the bay front office, blended into the background and watched the unfolding scene.
Kareem, who sat in a chair facing the desk and the bay beyond that, didn’t notice them. David Martin, the kingpin of the great hub city of Miami, otherwise known as the Llama on account of his long neck, bulging eyes, pointy ears and fringed hair, held court and sipped his tea (slurping bastard) behind his huge desk.
The Llama put his cup back on the saucer. “And what was the purpose of your visit to the post office, Kareem?”
“Nothing for you to worry about. I have some things to handle back home,” said Kareem.
“We have plans in place,” the Llama said pleasantly. “You’ve commissioned a delightful new synthetic opioid. W-80. Our market testing has gone exceptionally well. Now it’s time for the large-scale manufacturing and distribution.”
“I have some personal business I need to take care of first,” said Kareem.
“Ah.” A light flickered on behind the Llama’s flat eyes. “This is about your wife, Kira. Who walked out on you. And Kerry Randolph. The lieutenant who betrayed you. I believe you like to call them the bitch and the snitch? Am I right?”
“None of your fucking business,” Kareem said smoothly.
Whoa. Henry and Albert exchanged a wide-eyed glance.
“Kareem. My friend.” The Llama smiled, baring oversized white teeth. “Maybe it would be useful to review where we are?”
Kareem shrugged. “Whatever floats your boat.”
“We’re partners. We’ve made a lot of money together.” The Llama paused. “We’ve lost money together. You’ve lost money because you trusted the wrong people in your organization. The final figure was seven million after the seizure, wasn’t it?”
“My lieutenant brought in the feds,” Kareem said through clenched teeth. “Not me.”
“And who hired the lieutenant?”
“That remains to be seen. I understand that business is business and some occasional losses are to be expected. We build that into the bottom line. But it feels like my half of this partnership has been carrying more than its half of the burden lately.”
Kareem shifted uneasily. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Feral smile from the Llama. “Who overlooked the product lost in the seizure and helped you—on very short notice, I might add—blow up your house and fake your death back in Cincinnati? Who has hidden you for the last six months while we work on our W-80 plans and the rest of the world continues to think you’re dead?”
Kareem looked uncomfortable. “Hang on, now…”
“Shut up.” The Llama sounded softly sinister, as if his vocal cords had been replaced with hissing cobras. “I rescued you, Kareem. When you were betrayed, arrested and jailed, I helped you out of a tight spot and disposed of all your problems. I staged the gas explosion that took care of your house, your incompetent lawyer and your old life. Now everyone thinks you’re dead and the world is your oyster.”
“Yeah, but—”
“I smuggled you down here. I provided you with a new ID and a new online history so you can go back into the world, blend in and implement our plan when the time is right. I arranged for your plastic surgery so you could have a new look. You see that new nose you’re wearing? Those new cheekbones? That pretty cleft chin? I put those there. Those new features belong to me. If I want to use a different moisturizer or shaving cream on that face, that is my right. And now you think you’re going to sneak off like a thief in the night and take care of personal business? I don’t think so.”
There was a long and uncertain silence from Kareem.
“I respect you, man,” he said. “I’d never betray you.”
The Llama tipped his head as he considered this. “Respect and honor are important in our business. We’re men of honor. We have plans in place. You, as a man of honor, would never fail to live up to your half of the deal. So I have nothing to worry about if you go home a little early to tend to some personal business first. Do I?”
Kareem brightened. “Nope.”
“Wonderful!” The Llama stood, stretching to his full wiry height and coming around the desk. Kareem also stood and turned, looking startled when he realized that Henry and Albert had been standing in the back of the room. “Let’s get our lunch. I just want to show you one thing first.”
He pointed to the giant aquarium built into the back wall like a cross section of some jungle.
Henry and Albert, having been through this drill before, stepped aside so Kareem could get a better look.
The Llama slung an arm around Kareem’s shoulders and led him to the glass just as an eight-foot black snake slithered out from behind some rocks. When it arrived at the front of the glass, it raised its head a couple feet, displaying its black lips and tongue.
Kareem flinched.
The Llama looked at him with surprise. “You don’t have any pets?”
“My wife has a beagle.”
“Beagles are companions. A snake like this is more of a statement.”
Kareem watched the snake with avid interest. “What is she?”
“Andromeda is a black mamba,” the Llama said.
Blank look from Kareem.
“Andromeda here is from Ethiopia. I got her from a discreet dealer. They’re the perfect snake. They move up to twelve miles per hour. They defend their territory. They’re very aggressive when threatened. They can bite ten times in a row. They do not back down. A black mamba is the perfect killing machine.” The Llama grinned with those giant teeth. “I also considered a taipan from Australia when I bought Andromeda, but…I’m very happy with my choice.”
“Right,” Kareem said uneasily.
“One drop of Andromeda’s venom is enough to paralyze and kill a man in half an hour. After eating through the victim’s flesh and causing paralysis.” The Llama shuddered dramatically. “Not really the way I want to go out. You?”
Kareem backed up a step and managed a shaky smile. “How about that lunch, man?”
The Llama snapped his fingers.
Albert lunged for Kareem’s waist and caught him from behind.
“What the fuck?” Kareem hollered. “Get your hands off me!”
Albert grunted and turned Kareem to face the Llama.
“I’ll kill you!” Kareem shouted.
The Llama slapped Kareem across the face. “I don’t know how you run your operation in Cincinnati, Kareem, but this is how things go down in Miami.”
“Call your goon off, man!”
Another slap.
Kareem cried out.
The Llama smiled the blankly pleasant have a nice day smile of a dental hygienist or cashier. “I’m feeling generous today. So I’m going to give you a week to wrap up your personal business in Cincinnati. After that, you belong to me. Your face belongs to me and your clothes belong to me. Your new identity, your money and the car you drive…they all belong to me. Every thought, burp, fart, orgasm and breath you have? All mine. Your soul belongs to me. And every single part of you will be all about repaying your debt and implementing your half of our business plan. I expect complete loyalty from you. Do you understand me? You’re not going to mess with me, are you, Kareem?”
“No. No!”
“Because if you mess with me, I’m going to come to Cincinnati to protect my interests.”
Without warning, Kareem laughed, displaying blood-smeared teeth and demonstrating the balls that had made him a kingpin in the Midwest. “You might as well kill me now, you ugly llama. Because I’m going to kill you the first chance I get.”
The Llama’s face twisted into something so dark and evil that someone would need to call in a hundred priests to get rid of it. Then he snapped his fingers again.
Albert carried a struggling Kareem to the recessed steps at the side of the aquarium and started up.
“Wha—what’re you doing, man?” Kareem shouted. “What’re you trying to do?”
The Llama reached into his jacket pocket, produced a tiny remote control, held it up high and clicked it.
The aquarium’s lid hummed and slid open.
“I can’t help you if I’m dead, man!” Kareem’s voice went shrill as he began to sob. “You don’t need to do this, man! Don’t you put me in there! Don’t you put me in there with that snake!”
Albert deftly flipped Kareem.
And dangled him in the tank by his legs.
“No! Nooo!”
Kareem flailed frantically, making the leaves shudder.
Andromeda hissed.
“What did you do at the post office, Kareem?”
“I mailed the formula for W-80! For safekeeping!”
“The formula? I thought it was on your phone?”
“I put it on a flash drive!”
“Mailed it to who?”
“Myself! Myself!”
“Is it still on your phone?”
“I deleted it!”
Andromeda hissed again.
Then she reared back, opened her mouth, which was black as hot tar, and struck.
And struck.
And struck.
Kareem covered his face and screamed, a piercing shriek that made the hair rise on Henry’s arms and scalp.
And then, finally, silence.
Still sobbing, Kareem slowly lowered his hands.
Slowly realized there was a glass partition between him and the snake.
“Stop playing!” he yelled, keeping the snake in sight as he swiped a hand across his wet face. “Get me outta here!”
Another deafening hiss, as though someone had punctured a blimp.
Kareem yelped, but the sound was drowned out by the sound of the roaring laughter from the Llama and Albert.
Henry? Not so much. Maybe this magic trick had been interesti
ng once, back when dinosaurs were still eggs waiting to hatch, but Henry was old and tired. He’d had enough.
He watched dispassionately as Albert pulled Kareem out, climbed down and set Kareem back on his wobbly feet.
Kareem roared with rage. “You people think this is funny? You think this shit is a joke?”
But no one was laughing now.
“Well.” The Llama smoothed a sleeve. “Other than today’s unpleasantness, I’ve enjoyed having you as a guest. I’m sorry it had to come to this, Kareem.”
Muscles pulsed in the back of Kareem’s jaw. “You think you’ll get away with treating me like that?”