Tsunami Crimes

by Chrys Fey

  Table of Contents

  Excerpt

  Praise for Chrys Fey

  Tsunami Crimes

  Copyright

  Dedication

  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

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty One

  Chapter Twenty Two

  Chapter Twenty Three

  Chapter Twenty Four

  Epilogue

  A word about the author…

  Thank you for purchasing this publication of The Wild Rose Press, Inc.

  A blast of wind

  slammed into Beth’s back, knocking her forward. Mist swooped around her. The smell of salt tingled her nostrils. She turned to see a wall of water surging toward them. Cars were whisked away as if they were toys, and palm trees were flattened. People were screaming and running past them, but Beth was paralyzed with fright. The wave reached far above the buildings it engulfed. It was massive. Incredible. Terrifying.

  Tsunami!

  The word blazed through Beth’s mind. Even though she knew what it was, it was too impossible to believe. A tsunami couldn’t strike on her honeymoon. A tsunami couldn’t wash her away. The thought was crazy, something that could happen in dreams or fiction. Too impossible for real life, and yet, it was happening.

  Donovan pulled Beth to him.

  She grasped his arms. Fear of the wave, of not telling him she loved him, and not having a life with him beyond their wedding rippled through her, tearing her insides to shreds with long, curved talons. Water washed over her feet and flowed up her shins. She sucked in a breath a millisecond before the wave plowed into her, tossing her backward, knocking her down, and yanking her from Donovan’s hold. Her body slid along the black pavement. The feel of her skin peeling away made her grit her teeth. Then the water lifted her and sent her rolling. She fought against the sheer power of it as she would fight off an attacker, but this wave was fiercer than any opponent she had ever faced.

  Praise for Chrys Fey

  “HURRICANE CRIMES is a pure delight. It is a romance first and a suspense novella second, but both are combined in a perfect formula for a wonderful afternoon’s reading.”

  ~Readers’ Favorite

  ~*~

  “SEISMIC CRIMES is an action-packed novel that contains a little bit of everything. There’s the suspense of a crime-fighting story, the adventure of surviving natural disasters, and the passion of romance.”

  ~Sherry Ellis, author

  ~*~

  “Get set for action, suspense, and edge-of-your-seat danger with Chrys Fey’s TSUNAMI CRIMES. Couldn’t put this book down.”

  ~Diane Burton, author of the Alex O’Hara PI series

  ~*~

  “The Disaster Crimes series has the potential to be a terrific series that is spellbinding and have readers on the edge of their seats.”

  ~InD’tale Magazine

  Tsunami Crimes

  by

  Chrys Fey

  Disaster Crimes, Book 3

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

  Tsunami Crimes

  COPYRIGHT © 2017 by Chrys Fey

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author or The Wild Rose Press, Inc. except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

  Contact Information: info@thewildrosepress.com

  Cover Art by Kim Mendoza

  The Wild Rose Press, Inc.

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  Adams Basin, NY 14410-0708

  Visit us at www.thewildrosepress.com

  Publishing History

  First Crimson Rose Edition, 2017

  Print ISBN 978-1-5092-1237-8

  Digital ISBN 978-1-5092-1238-5

  Disaster Crimes, Book 3

  Published in the United States of America

  Dedication

  To all impacted by tsunamis.

  ~*~

  Thanks to Diane Burton, beta reader extraordinaire;

  Lori Graham, my editor,

  for being the best editor I could ever ask for;

  and Kim Mendoza

  for creating wonderful covers for my series.

  Chapter One

  The water stretched to the horizon and blended into the sky, tricking the eye into believing the ocean went on forever. Looking out at the distant ocean could make a person feel microscopic, which was what Donovan liked most about surfing. Salty air touched his skin as he straddled his surfboard and waited for a wave. He took a lung-filling breath of air and glanced at Beth, who balanced on a surfboard beside him. She wore orange board shorts and a black wet shirt. The surfboard beneath her was yellow with a pattern of Hawaiian flowers down the middle. Her hands hovered over the water’s surface. Gentle waves lapped over her fingers. She looked like a serene goddess, a modern-day Venus with wet hair and pineapple sex wax on her board.

  During the past year, he had taught Beth to surf. She tackled the waves with vigor. The first time she stood on the board, her eyes were bright with excitement. She was a quick learner and wasn’t afraid to wipeout. Soon, she had the skill of someone who had surfed for years. Donovan couldn’t wait to take her surfing in Hawaii during their honeymoon.

  Looking away from Beth, he stared across the water. In the distance, a wave took shape. “This one is yours.”

  “All right, don’t go anywhere.” Smirking, she maneuvered her board around and paddled as the wave grew in size. When the wave lifted her up, she popped to her feet, performed the short drop, and rode the wave to the end.

  Donovan smiled as pride rippled through him. “She’s ready.”

  He swung his board around and let the waves push him to the shore where Beth waited. Carrying his board under his arm, with grains of sand sticking to his feet, he walked alongside Beth to the Cocoa Beach Pier. At the end of the pier, he wrapped his arms around her. The sun was setting behind them, scoring the sky with streaks of yellow, orange, and pink. Waves splashed against the barnacle spotted wood, creating a wet gurgling sound.

  With Beth in his arms, he enjoyed the scenery, the smell of salt water, and the misty breeze. In two weeks, he’d be doing this same thing on another beach halfway across the world. He was excited to start their lives together as husband and wife, to start their journey of married life.

  “Two more weeks,” he whispered in Beth’s ear.

  She snuggled her head into the curve of his neck. “I know.”

  “Are you scared?”

  She turned in his arms. “No, I’m happy and nervous but not scared.” She frowned. “Are you?”

  He smoothed the drying hair from her face. “Far from it.” Touching his lips to hers, he tasted the saltiness of the ocean. “I can’t wait to make you mine.”

  “I believe you said I was yours when you locked me in that jail cell.”

  Donovan thought back to their stay with the police thanks to the flood Hurricane Sabrina had left. There were five other men, police officers but men nonetheless, trapped in that
building. He wasn’t taking any chances with the woman he loved, so when she went to sleep, he locked her in a jail cell.

  “I did say that, but it’ll be official on our wedding day.”

  Beth pressed her lips to his. “It’s been official since the first time we made love.”

  He cupped her chin with his fingers and gazed into her brown eyes. “You know what I mean.”

  “I do.”

  He smiled at her word choice. “You’re not supposed to say that yet.”

  Her laughter filled his ears, drowning out the roar of the tumbling waves. “I’ll be saying it again in two weeks. That’s a promise.”

  The sun sank below the horizon, the sky darkened, and Donovan’s stomach grumbled. After a long day of surfing, he could use sustenance, and there was one meal he preferred following a visit to the beach. “Do you want pizza?”

  Beth put a hand on her stomach. “Hell yeah. I’m starving.”

  ****

  After devouring pizza and showering, Beth stepped into the living room wearing a bathrobe. Donovan moved toward her. His hands itched to undo the tie and part the sides. Fondling her body and kissing her warm skin would be the dessert to top off the day. His mouth watered. His heart rate quickened.

  A few paces from her, a knock sounded at the door. He growled, “Whoever that is, I’m going to punch ’em.” He peered through the peephole. With a laugh, he flashed his teeth at Beth. “It’s Thorn.”

  She shook her head. “Don’t punch him. He’s your best man.”

  Thorn was a detective who flirted with Beth to purposefully tick him off. If that wasn’t reason enough to punch him, this was one.

  “Doesn’t make it any less tempting,” Donovan said. His gaze swept over Beth.

  Her hair was wet, and the sash barely held the robe together. “Don’t give Thorn any ideas. Please put on some clothes.”

  Beth rolled her eyes but closed herself into the bedroom, hopefully to put on a turtleneck.

  Donovan opened the door. “Hey, Thorn.”

  “Hey, sorry to disturb you and the Mrs.” He stepped into their apartment, smelling a little like gunpowder.

  Donovan shut the door. “Don’t ever let Beth hear you call her that.”

  Thorn snorted. “Do you think I have a death wish?” Despite his nonchalant words, his gaze scanned the area. Donovan assumed he did it to make sure Beth wasn’t in earshot.

  He smirked. “What can I do for you, Thorn? Do you want coffee?”

  “No, I’m fine. I need to talk to Beth, though.”

  As if she knew Thorn requested her presence, Beth emerged from the bedroom wearing a black T-shirt and purple pajama pants. Black socks even covered her feet. She gave Donovan a look that said, “Happy?”

  Very.

  “Hey, Thorn.” She gave him a hug. “It’s been a long time.”

  “I’ve been buried in work,” he said with an apologetic smile.

  “You’ll be able to get time off for the wedding, right?”

  “Are you kidding? I wouldn’t miss that for the world.”

  She smiled. “Good. I heard you wanted to talk to me. What’s up?”

  Thorn slipped his right hand into his pocket. “I have something I need to ask you.” He waved his other hand at the dining room table. “Can we sit?”

  Beth glanced at Donovan. He supposed he looked as curious as she did.

  Thorn took the seat across from Beth, and Donovan sat next to her.

  “Normally, I’d only speak to you about this, Beth, but I know Donovan would find out and would likely kill me for not telling him, too.”

  Donovan arched a brow. “I already don’t like the sound of this.”

  Thorn’s gaze flicked to him then settled on Beth. “You did a phenomenal job when you went undercover in Viper’s house. You blended in, took care of yourself, and helped us not only to get information on Buck’s location, but you also aided in taking down a houseful of drug dealers. What you did was equivalent to what a person with a shield would do, and you did it without a weapon.” He took a breath before continuing. “Police officers and detectives often use civilian operatives to do undercover work. These civilian operatives tend to be people we know and trust. I know and trust you.”

  Silence fell over the table.

  Beth spoke first. “You want me to be your civilian operative?”

  Thorn nodded. “I have a case I want to close, but to do that I need to nab a man who brutalizes prostitutes. Even kills them. He’s done it eight times already, and I need to get him before he does it again. Except, I can’t use a cop. He’ll be able to spot them from a block away. I need you.”

  “Isn’t that entrapment?”

  “We won’t be tempting him into doing anything he doesn’t already do. We know where he hunts for the prostitutes he picks up. It’s hard for anyone but these women to get close to him, so that’s where you come in. We’re hoping he’ll take the bait.”

  “And we already know I can play the role of a hooker,” Beth added.

  Donovan couldn’t forget his anger when she had lured Buck with the promise of sex into the underground parking garage of a San Francisco hotel. He hated the idea then when she had only been his girlfriend. Now she was his fiancée. And he wanted to beat the shit out of Thorn for suggesting it.

  He clenched his hands on top of the table. “No way will my fiancée be bait for a man who beats up prostitutes.”

  “She won’t be alone, Donovan. I’ll have men in disguises all over the area, and I’ll be there watching her back. All she needs to do is distract him by getting him to agree on sex acts. When he’s engrossed in her, we’ll move in.”

  “I don’t care if you’ll have SWAT on standby.”

  Beth put her hand on his arm. “Donovan, I could do this—”

  He glanced at her. The fact she was considering what Thorn asked of her infuriated him. Heat spread throughout his body, searing him. “We need to talk about this. Thorn you need to leave.”

  Thorn got up without another word.

  Donovan stalked him to the door and slammed it at his back, throwing the chain and snapping the bolt into place.

  “Seriously, Donovan? What was that about?”

  He rotated to Beth. Her fists were planted on her hips. Her brows furrowed. “I’m not allowing you—”

  Beth cut him off. “Allowing me? You’re not my father.”

  “No, but I’m going to be your husband,” he shot back.

  “And you think that means you have the right to make decisions for me? I am strong and smart. I can handle this, and you know it. Besides that, I made an oath to help abused women. I didn’t omit hookers from that vow. If I have to go undercover to make sure no more are beaten or killed, I will.” She spun on her heel and marched toward the bedroom. “I’m calling Thorn.”

  Donovan raked his hands through his hair “Beth, wait.”

  She turned back to him and crossed her arms.

  He sighed when he saw her stance. She was aggravated and had every right to be. He had snapped at her and tried to control her. That wasn’t his way. He stepped up to her and took her arms in his hands so he could look in her eyes. “In two weeks, you’re going to be my wife. I don’t want some lowlife to take you away from me before you get to walk down that aisle. The thought of you going undercover again scares me.”

  Her eyes softened. “No one will take me away from you.” She let out a slow breath. “You know how you were determined to find your brother’s killer at all costs?”

  “Yes, but it’s not the same thing.”

  “But our motivation is the same. I want to… No, I have to help Thorn get this guy. If you’re worried about me being in danger out there, I was in far more danger when I was in Viper’s house.”

  Donovan let go of her wrists and turned away. “Thanks for that,” he muttered. He had agreed to let Beth go undercover in a notorious drug dealer’s house. Watching her walk away from Thorn’s car, he had felt as though she were walking into a
lion’s den. Listening to Viper talk to her, courtesy of the wire she had worn, had made him want to strangle the bastard with his bare hands, but hearing the fear in her voice as she ran for safety had made his heart seize. Never again, he had told himself. Never again.

  “After seeing the effect your encounter with Viper had on you, I vowed I’d never put you in another situation like that.”

  Beth put her hands on either side of his face. “That wasn’t your fault, and I’m not going to be in a house full of criminals this time.”

  “No, you’re just going to be luring one to you.”

  Her hands fell from his face. Shoulders slumped, she dropped onto the edge of the bed as if he had defeated her. He hated seeing her like that.

  He lowered onto his knees in front of her. “I’m sorry, Beth, I just can’t watch you do that. I don’t ever want you to be in danger again.”

  She laid her hand against his cheek. “I understand.” She looked away; then after a moment, she turned back to him. “What if you were there?”

  Her question caught him off guard. “What?”

  “What if you were a few yards away? Disguised and working as one of Thorn’s men?”

  Donovan shook his head, still not liking the idea, but he knew outright objecting wouldn’t work with Beth. “I’ll think about it.”

  Chapter Two

  Beth woke with one sock on; the other one was tangled in the comforter. She pulled off the lone sock and chucked it into the laundry hamper. Donovan was sound asleep on his side of the bed. The fact she was awake before him was a rare occurrence.

  At the dining room table with a bowl of cereal, she thought about their argument. Donovan had agreed to think about her going undercover again, and she knew that meant he’d have to come to terms with her being close to a criminal and in potential harm. Neither of those would be easy for him to overcome.

  His words came back to her. His outright refusal, as if she were a child, had set her back straight. Although his words had been controlling, they came from a good place. Donovan would never abuse her in any shape or form; she knew that. He was a good man who loved her deeply. She also knew he could be a bit stubborn and rash, but she could recognize that his reaction yesterday came from a blend of love and fear. Putting herself in his shoes, she would’ve had the same response.