Introducing a new thriller series that keeps you guessing and on your toes through every twist and unexpected turn….
USA Today Best-Selling Author Dale Mayer does it again in this mind-blowing thriller series.
The unlikely team of Detective Kate Morgan and Simon St. Laurant, an unwilling psychic, marries all the unpredictable and passionate elements of Mayer’s work that readers have come to love and crave.
Some cases are clear-cut and make sense, and then there’s this one. Two women, avid joggers, out for a hard Stanley Park Fun Run. Both dead. Both at the same time. Both on the popular park trail. It’s rough when trail running and up hills, but the killer had a unique method for taking out his victims—one that doesn’t leave any forensic evidence. Detective Kate Morgan focuses on the victims, … until two more are killed.
Awakening in the night with horrible nightmares, Simon curses his life and hates having ever traveled down this strange pathway, particularly when the visions come out of nowhere. In this case a much more personal element terrifies him.
As Kate gets closer to finding out the truth, she’s also on the same path to becoming the next victim.
Several Days Later, Saturday
She woke up early in the morning, still at Simon’s. She rolled over and tried to sneak out from the covers. Almost instantly his arm came around her and pulled her onto her belly. Large warm hands slid down over her back to her softly rounded cheeks, only to slide on either side of her hips and onto her thighs, pulling them wide.
A moan escaped, riding on a sigh of joy, as his devious fingers brushed up against her tender flesh, after a long night of sexual satisfaction.
A hot whisper rolled down her cheek. “Okay?” And he shifted his fingers again. She cried out, her hips rising higher, as his devilish fingers continued to tease her.
“Yes, damn it,” she cried out in a strangled voice, as she shifted closer to him.
He chuckled, rising up behind her, before entering her in one hard thrust. Her soft cries filled the room, as he picked up the rhythm, until they both crashed over the cliff.
When she could talk, she whispered, “I have to get up.”
“It’s Saturday,” he said.
She froze. “It is?”
He nodded. “It is. You’re off work.”
“Jesus, I don’t even know what day it is anymore.”
“Well, if you would take some of the time off that you have coming and rest a little bit,” he noted, “I wouldn’t have to worry about you quite so much.”
“You worry too much,” she said instantly. The arm around her tightened, and she cuddled in closer. “In that case”—she yawned—“I’ll just stay here a bit. Maybe we can have breakfast for a change.”
“Normally you’re up and out of here before breakfast is even possible.”
“And normally you’re up and out of here buying and selling the world.”
“Foreign markets and stock exchanges open up early,” he explained.
“So, why the hell are you still here now?”
“It’s Saturday. They can go screw themselves.”
She laughed. Just then her phone rang.
He froze, tucked her up closer, and said, “Don’t answer it.”
She rolled over and looked at him. “You know I can’t do that.”
“I know,” he said, with a sigh. He kissed her gently. “Go ahead. Answer it then.”
She grabbed her phone and checked her Caller ID. “What’s up, Rodney?”
“We got a new case,” he stated, his voice grim.
“Yeah, what kind of a case?”
“You mean, outside of dead bodies?”
“Bodies?”
“Yeah, two, on the Stanley Park jogging trails.”
“Runners?”
“Yeah, both women, both early twenties.”
“Shit. Shot or what?”
“No, we’re not exactly sure what happened. But it sounds like something might have been sprayed in their faces. Gassed maybe, but Smidge’ll have to tell us what it was,” he noted. “Anyway I got the first call. I’m here, and I’m tagging you.”
“Great. Simon just told me that I needed to take a few days off.”
“And he’s right. You do. But you didn’t set that up.”
“Nope, I’m coming,” she said. “You know me. Anytime somebody needs me—”
“More than that,” he added, “I think this will definitely be your case. At the very least I want you on it with me.” And, with that, he hung up.
She smiled down at the phone. “I think that was actually a compliment.”
“Remember that teamwork thing?” Simon asked her.
“I’m working on it,” she said. “I’m working on it. Oh, and don’t plan on jogging the Stanley Park trails today, okay?”
“Not planning on doing any jogging,” he replied. “Especially now.”
She smiled and got up. “I don’t even have time for a shower.”
“Yes, you do,” he said. “Just make it fast.”
She hesitated, but then nodded. She was in and out in five minutes to find him with her clothes all laid out.
“And dirty clothes again,” she noted, swearing softly.
“In this case it doesn’t matter,” he explained, “because we spent most of yesterday sitting around the house doing nothing. So, you’ll be good to go in them, if you want. However, these are the ones you wore the day before.”
She looked at them in surprise. “Did you wash them?”
“Yeah, I did it last night.”
“Shit, you’re handy to have around.”
She walked over to give him a quick kiss, but he snatched her up into a hug and kissed her thoroughly, then said, “And you remember that.”
With that, she was gone.
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