Avalanche Of Trouble
A child witnesses a murder. And becomes a killer's target…When Deputy Gage Walker must solve a brutal double murder and find a missing deaf child, his only hope to recover the little girl is her aunt, Maya Renfro. But nothing has prepared Gage for the intense chemistry between them…
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A CHILD WITNESSES A MURDER
AND BECOMES A KILLERâS TARGET...
Murder doesnât belong in the peaceful town of Eagle Mountain, Colorado. Yet Deputy Gage Walker has a brutal double murder on his hands and a missing deaf child. Gageâs only hope to find the little girl is her aunt, Maya Renfro. But nothing has prepared Gage for the intense chemistry between them...or just what happens when love gets mixed with murder.
Eagle Mountain Murder Mystery
CINDI MYERS is the author of more than fifty novels. When sheâs not crafting new romance plots, she enjoys skiing, gardening, cooking, crafting and daydreaming. A lover of small-town life, she lives with her husband and two spoiled dogs in the Colorado mountains.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07916-7
AVALANCHE OF TROUBLE
© 2018 Cynthia Myers
Published in Great Britain 2018
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For my nieces, Morgan and Kelli
Contents
Gage Walker wouldnât have said he was a superstitious man, but he didnât believe in tempting fate. Donât brag about your bank account being full or a big bill will surely show up in the mail that will tap you out. Donât plan a fishing trip in April and leave the rain gear at home just because it was sunny when you left the house. Donât complain about being bored at work or youâll get a call that will have you working overtime for the next week.
When your work was as a sheriffâs deputy in a small, rural county, boring was good, or so he always reminded the rookies and reserve cops. Boring meant crime was down and people were happy. The adrenaline rush of a real crime might make your day go faster, but it also meant someone was hurt, or had lost something valuable to them, or, worst of all, someone was dead.
The man and the woman in this camp up near Dakota Ridge were definitely dead, each shot in the back of the head, execution-style. They were both in their early thirties and had probably been a nice-looking couple before someone had tied their hands behind their backs and sent a bullet through each of their brains. The driverâs license in the manâs wallet identified him as Greg Hood, from Denver.
Judging by the matching gold wedding bands they wore, Gage guessed the woman was Gregâs wife. The couple hadnât been killed for money. The manâs wallet still had cash and credit cards in it, and in addition to the wedding rings, they both wore expensive-looking watches. They had been left lying on the forested floor between their tent and the cold remains of a campfire, eight miles from the nearest paved road, about a hundred yards from the late-model SUV registered in their name.
