Just Released! The newly re-edited, re-covered, re-formatted edition of my award-winning novel, The Secrets on Forest Bend.
A detective discovers a crooked cop, an intriguing woman, and a vengeful ghost.
Another day… another dead body.
First in an exciting series, deemed a “Great Read!” by NYT Bestselling Author, Christie Craig.
When Detective Adam Campbell learns that a WWII gun is connected to several murders he’s investigating, he hopes that tracking down the killer will be as easy as tracing the gun’s history.
When he meets Jillian Whitmeyer, the last known owner of the weapon, the case becomes anything but simple. Adam soon learns that people who get close to Jillian have a bad habit of turning up dead.
Jillian claims that the spirit of her sister, accidentally killed with that same gun, is responsible for the deaths. She warns Adam that he is likely to become the next victim. Adam’s been a lousy judge of women in the past and this one’s obviously a nut case. Or is she?
How does a just-the-facts detective deal with a ghostly serial killer and the sexy-as-hell sister she won’t set free?
READ AN EXCERPT!
How could someone who took so much care with a building be negligent enough to lose a dangerous weapon? Where were the owner’s priorities? His good mood began to turn sour and a growl built up in his throat.
He strolled in slowly, not wishing to announce himself until he had time to look around. The sales room was large, with well placed glass cabinets and wall displays. A hint of gun oil and Windex lingered in the air. Not a smudge or fingerprint was visible on any cabinet. The merchandise was easy to view and arranged in logical groupings. Definitely the nicest gun store he’d ever seen.
When a display of SIG-Sauers caught his eye, he stopped to study them.
A woman’s voice called from the back of the room. “I hope you’re here to replace that shoulder holster. It makes your jacket bunch up on one side. Not a good idea if you ever want to go undercover.”
Shit. Barely in the door and he was already made. His cop mode took over as he studied her. Early thirties, tall and slim, dark hair worn in some type of spiky arrangement, not a speck of makeup——why should she with that skin——and eyes like melted chocolate.
“Besides,” she went on, those eyes measuring him, “it has to be uncomfortable after a long day. You’re rather large through the chest, but I’ve got a Falco double magazine that would be a perfect fit for you.
“No, thanks, that’s not why I’m here.” She was rather large through the chest herself, he noticed. A dark brown tank top revealed arms that were toned and strong. She certainly looked tough enough to belong in a gun store. He wouldn’t be surprised to find she could chew nails and spit out thumbtacks.
She nodded toward the case he’d been studying. “You’re not planning to switch to a SIG, are you?”
“No, I’m happy with my Glock.” This conversation was not going the way he planned. Maybe I should go outside and start over.
“Good. I know the Coast Guard and Homeland Security are going with the SIG, and it has a certain sex appeal, but in my opinion you can’t beat the dependability of the Glock for someone in your profession.
Time to get this interview under control, although any woman who described a firearm as sexy had a definite appeal of her own.
He held up his badge. “I’m Detective Adam Campbell, Homicide. I need to speak to J. R. Whitmeyer.”
“I’m J. R. Whitmeyer.”
“I’m looking for James Robert Whitmeyer, owner of this establishment. He’s listed in my records as a fifty-nine year old white male.”
“That’s my father. He passed away about eighteen months ago.” A shadow crossed her face but she blinked twice and it was gone.
Adam knew instinctively she wouldn’t appreciate condolences.
“I’m Jillian Rose Whitmeyer, the new owner.” She spread her arms indicating the shop and merchandise. “What can I do to help you?”
Plenty, but not while I’m on duty.