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by Julie Miller




  Political intrigue, an undercover investigation and a very mutual attraction

  As the Kansas City Police Department’s archenemy, reporter Gabriel Knight never expected to need its help. But the sexy journalist suspects the death of a politician’s aide will shed light on the long-unsolved murder of his fiancée. He demands to team up with tough, beautiful detective Olivia Watson. Sharing a mutual distrust—and a disturbingly mutual attraction—Gabe and Olivia discover that someone’s working hard to keep old secrets buried and stop their investigation dead. But as they come closer to the truth they edge closer to each other. Until now, neither has had room in their lives—or hearts—for a relationship. Yet all that could change…if Gabe can prevent them from becoming tomorrow’s headline.

  The moment the idea of Gabe Knight stripping off her clothes and joining her on top of this table popped into her hazy thoughts, she knew she had to end the embrace.

  “Gabe.” She offered him one last breathless kiss, then pushed her fingers between their lips. “Gabe, we have to stop.”

  “I know.” With a throaty growl, he pulled away, dropping little kisses to her fingertips as he retreated. “I know you’re right. I don’t like it. But you’re right.”

  Despite the rumpled coal-dark hair and the collar she’d wrinkled with her eager hand, his deep blue eyes were as clear and focused as ever. “So why did you kiss me? And yes, I know, it was a team effort. But I’m interested in your motives.”

  Motives? She hadn’t thought that far ahead. Still trying to regulate her own breathing, Olivia ran her fingers through her own hair, dismissing the probing question. “Don’t analyze it, okay? Just accept the thank-you.”

  “That was more than a thank-you.”

  KANSAS CITY

  COVER-UP

  USA TODAY Bestselling Author

  Julie Miller

  Julie Miller is an award-winning USA TODAY bestselling author of breathtaking romantic suspense—with a National Readers’ Choice Award and a Daphne du Maurier Award, among other prizes. She has also earned an RT Book Reviews Career Achievement Award. For a complete list of her books, monthly newsletter and more, go to juliemiller.org.

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  Assumed Identity

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  CAST OF CHARACTERS

  Gabriel Knight—This veteran crime reporter has no love for KCPD since they’ve never been able to solve his fiancée’s murder. Determined to find justice, he insinuates himself into the department’s latest murder investigation, certain the two deaths are connected. But working with Olivia Watson has dangerous, unexpected consequences.

  Detective Olivia Watson—After a disastrous relationship that broke her heart and nearly derailed her career, Olivia trusts no man. This third-generation cop and cold-case investigator is certain that pairing her with Gabe Knight to solve a six-year-old murder is a mistake.

  Danielle Reese—This fledgling reporter was about to break a career-making story when she was murdered six years ago. What secrets died with her? And how far will her killer go to keep the truth buried?

  Leland Asher—His ruthless business practices and suspicious influence over local politicians have made him a wealthy man—and a prime suspect in a number of crimes. He’s either innocent, or really good at getting away with murder.

  Ron Kober—Was he ready to spill the truth about his former boss?

  Elaine Kober—Ron’s wife. She helped make him a success. How far will she go to protect her marriage and her money?

  Misty Harbison—Ron Kober’s executive assistant. She’s a young, pretty blonde.

  Stephen March—What is his fascination with Olivia?

  Detective Marcus Brower—Olivia’s former partner.

  Jim Parker, Max Krolikowski, Trent Dixon, Katie Rinaldi and Lieutenant Ginny Rafferty-Taylor—Olivia’s Cold Case Squad team.

  The Host—A mysterious benefactor? Or an unknown threat?

  I wanted to take a moment to remind readers that my Precinct books, while set in a real place, are works of fiction. Kansas City is a safe, welcoming place to visit—full of history, art, music, theater, beautiful fountains, fun activities, great sports, fabulous places to shop, yummy barbecue and some of the friendliest people in the country.

  With thanks to my family and friends in Kansas City. Thanks, too, to the police, fire and rescue, city engineers and other public servants who serve KC and the surrounding metropolitan area.

  My stories may be fiction, but Kansas City is real and wonderful—a great city to live in or visit.

  Hope to see you there!

  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

  Excerpt

  Chapter One

  “How is this a cold case?” Detective Olivia Watson squatted down beside the body with the bashed-in head lying on the plush office carpet.

  The pool of blood looked fresh enough. The alleged murder weapon, a civic volunteerism trophy from the dead man’s own desk, had already been bagged and packed away by the CSI trading notes with the medical examiner nearby. A uniformed officer and two building security guards were holding back a bevy of shocked and grieving office staff from the Kober & Associates PR firm, as well as curious onlookers from other businesses in the building beyond the yellow crime scene tape that blocked off the victim’s outer office door. The two Kansas City PD detectives on the far side of the room interviewing the distraught secretary who’d discovered her boss’s body after her half-day spa appointment seemed to have the crime scene well under control. So why call in representatives from the Fourth Precinct’s Cold Case Squad?

  Olivia rested her forearms on the thighs of her dark wash jeans and studied the sixtyish man’s still features again. The glass-and-steel high-rise in downtown Kansas City was almost as new as the murder itself. She was used to working cases with pictures out of dusty boxes and autopsy reports that raised a lot of unanswered questions. She’d worked with skeletal remains and mummified corpses and alleged victims whose bodies had never been found at all. Most people assumed the Cold Case Squad was an easier gig than working a fresh investigation. She liked to think of it as a smarter assignment, requiring more insight and diligence than other divisions at KCPD.

  Olivia was a third generation cop, like two of her three brothers. And the third one worked in the medical examiner’s office. After two years in a uniform, five years in vice and the past year working cold cases, she’d learned that killers who’d eluded capture and thought they’d gotten away with murder often proved to be more devious and more dangerous than any other criminal out there. It was h
er job to track down those killers and finally get justice for those forgotten victims whose memory often died with their closest family and friends.

  So why was she here to assist two perfectly capable detectives when there was a stack of her own investigations back at HQ to sort through?

  “There must be a connection to one of our dead file cases. But if there is, I don’t see it yet.” She glanced up at her new partner, Jim Parker—back from the dead himself after a particularly harrowing undercover assignment for the Missouri Bureau of Investigation. “Do you?”

  Jim’s green eyes surveyed the room the way she had. “I recognize Ron Kober from the newspapers. Besides owning a Top 50 company here in KC, he helped get Adrian McCoy elected to the State Senate a few years back. Looks like he was doing pretty well on his own, without the senator.”

  Olivia arched a dark eyebrow. “Until today.”

  She liked Jim well enough, respected his reputation as a cop, appreciated that he got her sarcastic sense of humor. But after that humiliating debacle with her last partner, learning to trust him was hard. Thankfully, Jim was a newlywed, completely crazy about his wife, Natalie, and showed nothing but a friendly professional interest in his relationship with Olivia. Still, she found herself thinking about her words before she spoke to him, guarding her thoughts and feelings, which was no mean task for a woman with her volatile Irish roots.

  “A man with this kind of money probably has plenty of enemies,” Jim suggested.

  An angle which she was sure the lead detectives were already exploring. Still didn’t explain why she and Jim were here. She looked back down at the body, willing the corpse to speak and share his secrets. But she wasn’t psychic and dead men didn’t talk. However...

  Her eyes went past Kober’s body to a scrap of torn paper underneath the desk. She snapped a picture with her cell phone before reaching over the dead body to pick it up with the sterile gloves she wore.

  Jim crouched down beside her. “What did you find?”

  Olivia turned the tiny square over between her thumb and index finger. “Four numbers. I don’t know. It may just be a piece of trash.”

  “Looks like a torn-up piece of stationery.” Jim picked up the wastebasket beside the desk and set it between them to sort through its contents.

  But there were no other little hand-torn shreds like this one. “Could be the last digits of a phone number.”

  Jim replaced the wastebasket and stood. “Or part of an address or social security number.”

  “Or a locker number or part of a combination lock.” Olivia straightened beside him, spotting a pad of dove-gray paper on the desk that matched the piece in her hand. She picked it up and angled it in the light to see if she could read any indentations in the surface. But there were too many marks from previous notes to make out anything specific. “Maybe it’s just a testament to their housekeeping service not doing its job, and isn’t related to the crime at all.”

  Just in case, though, she jotted the 3620 in her notebook before handing the scrap of paper and Kober’s scratch pad over to the CSI.

  She tucked her own notepad into the pocket of her short leather jacket and peeled off her gloves, following Jim to the door. “So if this isn’t our case, why are we here?”

  Jim nodded to the detectives hovering over the weeping woman across the room. “Hendricks and Kincaid are taking lead on Kober’s murder here. Sawyer Kincaid called us in as a courtesy.”

  Frowning, Olivia stuffed the gloves into the back pocket of her jeans. “And he didn’t say why?”

  “He just said it was a directive from higher up.” He touched her shoulder to indicate he was taking a detour. “Looks like they’re wrapping up that interview. I’ll go ask if they can make sense of any of this yet.”

  While her golden-haired partner crossed the room, Olivia indicated she’d head on downstairs and meet him at the car.

  She shouldn’t have acknowledged the visceral impact of the short black hair and chiseled cheekbones of the man waiting just outside the office door as she passed him. Admitting any kind of gut-kick attraction to a man was, at least, an inconvenience, and, at most, a huge mistake. Her relationship with Marcus had taught her that.

  But the man’s piercing blue gaze locked on and followed her through the doorway. The skin at the nape beneath her short hair tingled with awareness at his interest. Only, she wasn’t sure if it was sensual nerves fluttering to attention, or an alarm going off. Either way, she wasn’t about to flutter for any man, and she wasn’t going to ignore those survival instincts that warned her of danger.

  Olivia stopped in the middle of the assistant’s office and turned to face Mr. Tall Dark and Staring. “May I help you?”

  He pulled back the front of his tan corduroy sport coat and tucked his hands into the pockets of his jeans, assuming a casual stance she wouldn’t match. “I can tell you why you’re here, Detective Watson.”

  Her chin jerked up ever so slightly at the stranger calling her by name. Un-uh. That wasn’t an advantage she’d allow. Her hand instinctively came to rest over the Glock holstered to her belt. “Do I know you, Mister...?”

  “Not really.” The man straightened from the wall where he’d been leaning, and she could see he stood a good five or six inches over her five-foot-seven-inch height. “Ron Kober is the man my fiancée Danielle Reese was getting inside information from for a story she was writing when she was murdered six years ago.”

  “Danielle Reese?” Why did that name sound familiar? Didn’t matter. This guy was still a couple steps ahead of her in the conversation, and she didn’t like it. “You didn’t answer my question. Who are you?”

  “Gabriel Knight.”

  Was that supposed to mean something to her? That deep, succinct announcement made it sound as though he thought he was somebody important. But she’d have remembered a face like that. Not exactly handsome with all those sharp, unsmiling angles, but definitely interesting.

  Olivia blinked, silently reprimanding herself for even noticing such irrelevance. It was more important to note that she saw no sign that he was wearing a gun, and since he hadn’t flashed a badge to identify himself, he couldn’t be a cop. Gabriel Knight must be a curiosity seeker who’d probably lied to the uniformed guard about having some kind of information on the case so he could get close enough to see the dead body.

  “Sir, did one of the detectives ask you to come past the crime scene tape for questioning?” He didn’t answer. Proof enough for her that Gabriel Knight was trespassing on the crime scene. She thumbed over her shoulder to the hallway. “Then you can’t be in here.”

  “I’ve got press credentials.” He tugged at the cord hanging around his neck and pulled a plastic card from his shirt pocket. “I’m covering the murder for the Journal.”

  A reporter? “Yeah, well my badge outranks your little piece of plastic. If you’ll wait out front with the other reporters, the press liaison will be downstairs to give a briefing in a few minutes.” She took him by the arm and turned to escort him into the hallway, but the man didn’t budge.

  “You need to talk to me.” His voice was low and articulate, and, without being a breathy whisper, was for her ears alone. “I have information on this case. That’s why the officer out front let me through.”

  “Then you should talk to Detective Kincaid or Detective Hendricks.” She released him to point out the big man with the dark hair and the black man with the diamond stud in his left earlobe in the other room. “I can introduce you when they’re through with their witness.”

  But Gabriel Knight grabbed her elbow and pulled her back beside him. “You may not read the paper, but I know who you are, Detective Watson. You and your partner are part of the cold case team, working older, unsolved crimes. Like the murder of Dani Reese. She was an investigative reporter, a colleague of mine. The woman I loved. She was found
dead at an abandoned warehouse down on the river docks six years ago. Shot through the head like some common criminal. I’m the one who called Chief Taylor and suggested he send a team from your department here this afternoon.”

  Olivia jerked her arm from his grasp.

  “You called the Fourth Precinct chief?” Who’d filtered the request down through Sawyer Kincaid and on to Jim and her. She hated anyone who felt they were entitled enough to break the rules of standard police procedure whenever it suited them. She could do the low, threatening voice, too. “You know, we have real work to do, Mr. Knight. KCPD is not at your beck and call to dig up sidebars for whatever story you’re working on.”

  “Trust me, Detective, there is nothing more real to me than finding Dani’s killer. If your people won’t do it, I will.”

  Her people? Cops? Like her friends and father and grandfather and brothers? The same men and women who’d solved her own mother’s brutal slaying two decades earlier? This guy was bashing them?

  And then something else he said registered, cooling the defensive anger that had flashed through her veins. The woman I loved.

  She empathized with the kind of senseless violence, anger and grief Gabriel Knight had suffered more than he knew. It only took one deep breath, one thought of her mother’s smiling face, to remember her sensitivity training. “Every victim believes the death of his or her loved one is our most important case. I’m sorry for your loss. But if the department hasn’t made enough progress on Ms. Reese’s death to suit you, it’s only because there haven’t been any substantial leads. Not because we’ve given up.”

  “This is a lead. There has to be a connection to Kober. Find it.”

  “I promise you, if we get new information on your fiancée’s death, we’ll look into it.”

  “Coming from you, that’s not terribly reassuring.”

  Bristling at the dig that felt inexplicably personal, coming from a man she’d never met, Olivia gestured toward the yellow tape. She bit down on the urge to demand an explanation and invited him to walk beside her. “We never give up on a case. Ever. But some take longer to solve than others. It’s a matter of prioritization. We review cases every day and try to focus our time, money and manpower where it can do the most good.”

 

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