“Um…we’re not sure,” Joslyn said carefully. She looked briefly at Clay, but he somehow knew what she was thinking. The less they told the neighbors, the better.
“We were opening the door when it blew up,” Clay said to Mary.
“My goodness, are you two all right? You don’t look injured, but…”
“We’re fine,” Joslyn said.
“You better make sure you get seen by a doctor,” Mary said.
“What happened?” People started to arrive from other streets in the area, gaping at the house. Mary was only too happy to tell them a dramatized account of the explosion.
Clay pulled Joslyn aside. “You sure you’re okay?” he asked her. She was tall but slender, and she seemed so delicate.
She nodded, although there was worry in her face. “Who rigged Fiona’s house to explode?”
“Your guess is as good as mine. But whoever did it is a ruthless killer.” He sighed and eyed the ruined shell of the house.
Joslyn shivered, even in the sweltering heat.
Clay had dealt with men just as ruthless when he’d been a street thug for that mob family in Chicago. He hadn’t killed anyone, but if he’d kept going down that road, who knows what he might have become?
That thought was like a dark blot on his soul.
Police sirens blared, and soon a squad car turned the corner and barreled down the street toward them, followed by paramedics. Clay’s shoulders tensed out of habit, and he relaxed them. He wondered if there would ever be a time when his past wouldn’t crop up in his present.
He answered the officers’ questions evenly, but that only seemed to make them suspicious, if the curious looks they threw at him were any indication. He submitted to the paramedic’s exam, but other than a few minor cuts from flying glass and debris, he was unhurt. Part of the door frame had hit him on the side and a chunk of plaster had glanced off his shoulder, but he shook off the bruises. He’d had worse.
He knew the exact moment the officers had looked him up and found out about his prison record. They had hard glints in their eyes as they approached him. “So Mr. Ashton, what are you doing here in Arizona? You’re a long ways from Illinois.” The officer’s name badge read Campbell.
“I came to see my half sister, Fiona Crowley.”
“And that’s it, huh?” Officer Talbot, the younger man, squinted up at him. “Nothing else?”
“Nothing else,” Clay said through a tight jaw. He might have been tempted to mention the phone call from his sister if it hadn’t been for the suspicion in their tones. Anything he said to them would only make things worse for himself, and he needed to be able to find Fiona and make sure she was safe.
“So you just opened the door and the house exploded? Kind of odd, don’t you think?”
“It might have been a gas leak or something like that.”
“You didn’t have anything to do with it?” Officer Talbot gave him a look that said, Yeah, right.
“I had nothing to do with this.” His voice came out a bit harsher than he intended.
“And Miss Dima…Dia…” Officer Talbot squinted at his notebook. “What’s your relationship with her?”
Clay gritted his teeth. “I just met Joslyn when we both arrived at the house at the same time. To see Fiona. Why is it that the police didn’t contact me, her brother, when her neighbor filed a missing persons report?”
Officer Talbot’s face turned pink and he glanced at his partner. “It’s under investigation,” he snapped.
Calm down. Clay had to calm down. His temper had gotten him in enough trouble in the past. He couldn’t afford to get in trouble now, when Fiona might be in danger. He wanted to walk away from these two men and the insulting ring to their questions, but he forced himself to stand in a relaxed stance.
Officer Campbell gave him a hard look, but then he said, “We have your hotel information and phone number. We’ll be in touch.” It was almost like a threat. However, the two men turned and left him. They began addressing the other people gathered on the sidewalk.
Joslyn came up to him, but paused when she saw his face.
“They were giving you a hard time?”
“Nothing unexpected.” Considering his prison time. But it still bothered him.
Her eyes sparked amber. “But you were visiting your sister.”
“Look, I don’t know how much Fiona told you—”
“She knew about your time in prison,” Joslyn said quietly.
“Well, it’s not something officers of the law can forget about.”
“I suppose you’re right, but you didn’t have anything to do with this.”
“They don’t know that.”
She sighed and looked away. He could almost hear her thoughts. She knew he was right. “Mary was able to give me the exact date she went to collect Poochie. Fiona’s been gone for three weeks, about the time of the stamp on the postcard she sent me.”
Clay frowned. “I just can’t imagine where she would go. Why did she need to leave? Is she really in trouble?” He wondered if it was even Fiona who’d reached out to him and Joslyn.
“I was going to drop by her workplace. Since it looks like Fiona doesn’t want to be found, I want to gather as much information as I can about her life here in Phoenix to try to predict where she’d go.” Joslyn eyed the officers. Talbot was flirting with a young woman, while Campbell was speaking to two men in business-casual clothing. “They say, out of sight out of mind, so did you want to come with me?”
Maybe the less the cops saw of him, the less likely they would be to blame him for the explosion. “Sure.” Right now, it was the only lead they had on where Fiona might be. After that explosion, he had a feeling this wasn’t a case of his sister going on a spontaneous vacation. He’d been worried before, but now his fear for her was like a boiling pot in his gut.
If there was something dangerous going on, he wanted to make sure he was there to face it head-on.
Copyright © 2015 by Camy Tang
ISBN-13: 9781460381564
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IN SAFE KEEPING
Laura Prentiss will do whatever it takes to save her father—even come out of witness protection. Ever since turning in evidence that put her dangerous ex behind bars, she’s had a killer on her trail. It’ll take someone extraordinary to keep her safe now—someone like former navy SEAL Griffin Devaney. Griffin blames himself for the ambush that took his teammates’ lives, and he’s determined that nothing will ever happen to someone under his protection again. But as the connection between Griffin and Laura grows, so do the threats against them. Griffin will put everything at stake for a future with Laura—if they survive long enough to have one.
She felt herself fading.
A scream welled up, but she couldn’t get out even a sound. Terror flooded her.
> Abruptly, the pressure eased and she fell, hitting her head on the corner of the sink. She was conscious enough to register a series of grunts and then a sickening thud against the tile.
Suddenly, Griffin was on the floor beside her.
“Laura?” He leaned over her, moving her hair gently out of her face as he peered at her. “Laura?”
His face came into focus, his hard-edged features stamped with concern.
She lifted a shaky hand to her throbbing head.
“Can you breathe?” he asked.
She nodded, forcing words past her bruised throat as she gripped his hand. “What happened?”
“You were attacked.”
It had come too close on the heels of yesterday’s attack. Fear sliced through her like a blade, jamming her breath painfully in her chest. “He found me. Vin found me.”
“Looks that way.”
Everything went black.
Debra Cowan, like many writers, made up stories in her head as a child. She planned to follow family tradition until she wrote her first novel. Equally inspired by Nancy Drew and fairy tales, she loves to combine suspense and romance in her novels. Debra lives in her native Oklahoma with her husband and enjoys hearing from readers. You can contact her via her website at debracowan.net.
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Witness Undercover
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Witness Undercover
By Debra Cowan
Fear not, for I have redeemed you;
I have summoned you by name; you are mine.
—Isaiah 43:1
To the ladies of my Wednesday night Bible study—
Pennie, Stacy, Alison, Tami, Delise and Jane.
Thanks for the laughs and the prayers.
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
EPILOGUE
DEAR READER
EXCERPT
ONE
Laura Prentiss hadn’t wanted a new beginning, a new name, but that was what she’d gotten. After the mess she’d made of her life, she was lucky to be alive.
Thanks to witness protection, she was now Laura Parker, assistant manager of Miss Behavin’, a ladies’ boutique in Pueblo, Colorado, that was currently closed for the night.
Thanksgiving was only weeks away. This would be her first here in Pueblo, her first without family. Laura tried not to feel sorry for herself.
She had a job and friends, even if they didn’t know her real name. Jesus had left behind his family without complaining. She would be fine.
Just as she opened a case of potpourri to stock, she heard a knock on the back door.
Laura froze, her hands going clammy. It couldn’t be a delivery, as it was after business hours. She reached for the bat in the corner kept for protection.
After her months in WitSec, had Vin Arrico finally found her?
The thought that her past might have caught up to her had Laura’s stomach knotting. She crept to the door at the back of the storage room.
The knock sounded again, making her jump.
“Laura? Miss Parker?”
She recognized the thick Texas accent. “Marshal Yates?”
“Yes. I need to see you.”
If the US marshal who had handled her case from the beginning had driven down from the field office in Colorado Springs, something was wrong. Very wrong.
Setting the bat aside, she unlocked the steel door and stepped back as the tall lanky man entered. He was followed by one of the biggest men Laura had ever seen. The stranger closed the door behind him, looking around at the shelves of candles, women’s shoes and boxes of unpacked jewelry before shifting his attention to her.
Her shoulders tensed. In the light of the single-bulb fixture, she couldn’t tell the color of his eyes, but they were piercing and glittered like steel. A strange sensation fluttered in her stomach. She turned to Floyd Yates.
“Has something happened with Vin?”
Laura had no doubt her ex-boyfriend could find her even from prison.
“No, nothing like that,” Floyd said. “Sorry to alarm you.”
He gestured to the man beside him. “Laura, this is Griffin Devaney.”
She nodded at the stranger with neatly trimmed dark hair and whisker stubble. His six-foot-four frame filled the space. He studied her with a quiet certainty that made it difficult to breathe. Who was he? Why had Floyd brought him?
The open space seemed small and cramped with Griffin Devaney there. His well-fitting denim jacket was faded to a soft blue, as were his jeans.
The marshal turned to her. “Devaney works with your aunt at Enigma, Inc.”
Laura started. Her aunt, Joy Langston, had worked at that company for years. Laura had never known how to label the enterprise. Private security? Personal security? Search and rescue?
Yates continued. “She sent Devaney for you and he contacted me.”
Even though Laura knew she shouldn’t have done so, she had told her aunt about WitSec the night she’d left Oklahoma City.
Joy knew Laura’s situation, knew the danger posed by exposing her. So why had Floyd brought Devaney here?
Palms clammy, she clasped her hands together, her attention locked on the man who had protected her for the past ten months. “Just tell me.”
“Your father has cancer,” Floyd said. “A relapse of non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma.”
Relapse? Panic punched her in the chest followed quickly by resentment and regret. Her mother had died from cancer. Was her father close to death? Did he want to see her?
“He was first diagnosed nine months ago. He was cautioned that if the cancer returned, he would need a bone marrow transplant.”
Devaney spoke up. “A lot of people have been tested, but you’re the only match.”
She frowned. “How do you know that?”
“You had a blood sample in the donor registry.”
Before going into hiding, Laura had regularly donated blood and made sure to put herself on the register for both blood and bone marrow donors. She turned to Floyd. “You said my dad had relapsed.”
“Yes. Two weeks ago, during his monthly check up, he learned the cancer was back.”
Two bouts of cancer. A bone marrow transplant. Her guilt over their years-long estrangement pinched at her. Laura was the last person on earth her father would want to help him, but Floyd and Devaney didn’t need to know that.
She glanced at the marshal. “Have you known about this since Dad’s first diagnosis?”
“No.” He hooked a thumb at the big man beside him. “Not until Devaney told me tonight.”
Even if Floyd had known, it would’ve done no good to tell Laura. She wouldn’t have been able to help her dad and her dad hadn’t needed her then. But he did now.
“What about Vin?”
“My boss called to tell me that Devaney was coming. He’s convinced this man can keep you safe. Devaney made a compelling case himself. He’ll be with you 24/7 and he has backup if he needs it.”
She could read nothing in the younger man’s rugged features, the tight mouth or eyes that she could now see were a perfect mix of blue and green. There was a stillness about him yet also a hum of coiled energy beneath the surface, as if he could explode into motion faster than she could blink.
She drew in a deep breath. The everyday scents of perfume and potpourri and a light citrus cleaner were comforting. “I’m supposed to just disappear? Again?”
“I’m sorry, but yes,” Floyd said gently. “I’ll have your apartment packed up and your things sent to you when you’re ready for them.”
> “I’ll have to cancel my lease,” she said, half to herself. “Are you sure my leaving witness protection is safe?”
“It’s a risk. I won’t lie. Nobody would blame you if you said no. If you say no, we can all just forget about this conversation.”
“I can’t do that,” Laura said quickly. “Not if my dad really needs me.”
“I think he does,” the marshal said.
She trusted Floyd. He had never lied to her or put her in unnecessary danger.
She was going home. Aunt Joy needed her. Her father needed her. And then she would have to start all over again.
Having the marshal here and disappearing without notice meant her identity had now been compromised. After everything was done, she’d have to be moved, assigned another fake name and background. Get another job.
Sadness tugged at her. She’d made friends here and she really liked the store’s owner, Ann Childress, but Laura had never let herself forget that she might someday have to leave. And now someday was here.
“We should get going,” Devaney said.
Still off balance, Laura nodded slowly.
He frowned. “I’d rather you ride with me, but we can’t leave your car here.”
“Because it would look as if something bad happened to me.”
He nodded.
“I’ll have to call my boss,” she said faintly. “If it’s okay, I’ll tell her it’s a family emergency and make sure she knows I won’t be back.”
She glanced at Floyd. “So, we’ll drive to Oklahoma City?”
“No,” the older man said. “I won’t be going with you. I’ll meet you there later. Devaney has brought Enigma’s jet.”
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