By J. A. Jance
On a gorgeous sunny day within the Coronado nationwide Monument, an aged couple's vehicle is going off the aspect of a mountain and into oblivion. The terrain is so rocky helicopter has to be flown in to retrieve the our bodies, and to make concerns worse, a thunder-storm is looming at the horizon. Hours later and miles away, the subsiding rain finds ugly facts: trash luggage containing human remains.
It's simply one other day within the lifetime of Cochise County sheriff Joanna Brady.
Back at domestic, Joanna has a baby child, a teenage daughter, a author husband, and a tricky mom to house. yet within the box, it seems that she has even more on her fingers. The continues to be are these of a handicapped lady who had wandered clear of a care facility with a suspicious music checklist. one other resident, with whom the lady can have been concerned, has additionally been stated missing.
Meanwhile, a word is located within the glove compartment of the auto mendacity twisted down the mountainside, mentioning that its occupants meant to take their very own lives. but a contradictory post-mortem record surfaces, and whilst the deceased's daughters appear to feud over their inheritance, Joanna is familiar with there's extra to this example than simply a suicide pact.
And she is going to move all out to discover the truth—no topic the place it leads.
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No,” she whispered hoarsely into the phone. ” the emergency operator asked. ” But by then Lauren had dropped the phone and her whispered no had become an anguished wail. ” “Miss Dayson, are you still there? ” Even though Lauren didn’t hear the question, her answer was correct. “No! No! ” Because she wasn’t all right and would never again be all right. In trying to protect herself, Lauren Dayson had killed the wrong man. CHAPTER 1 “THANK YOU SO MUCH, MR. CAMPBELL,” CLAIRE NEWMARK SAID AS the disgruntled speaker returned to his seat.
His name’s Rick Mosier. ” “I don’t know. Do you want me to check? ” Still holding the dog in one hand and the phone in the other, Lauren managed to get to her feet. Using the back of the phone hand, Lauren reached over and switched on the light. That was when she finally got her first clear look at the man lying dead in her bedroom doorway. After he had spun away from that first hit, one of the hollow points had entered the back of his head and exploded out the front, taking part of his face with it.
When the aircraft came to a noisy stop next to the two vans, Joanna was surprised to see that a grinning Colonel Drake was the first person to exit. “I saw the cameras,” he said. “Two of them at least. ” So do I, Joanna thought, but she was grateful the cameras were on the top of the mountain and not there where the bodies were being transferred into the waiting vans. Within minutes the vans headed for the morgue in Bisbee, and the helicopter took off on its return flight to Fort Huachuca. As it turned into a dot on the horizon, Joanna felt the first puff of breeze that signaled the approaching storm.