Dead Wrong
A KILLER’S CLOSING IN…When her client and old college friend is murdered, P.I. Kat Justice knows the killer will come for her next. Her survival depends on finding her unknown enemy first…and working with homicide detective Mitch Elliot, her one-time crush. It’ll take all her professional skills to ignore the sparks between them, but Kat can’t allow the handsome cop to get close.She’s seen too many people she loves die, so she vows just to do her job without getting emotionally involved. Yet keeping her distance may not be the best way to protect her heart—or their lives. The Justice Agency: Family and law enforcement go hand in hand
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A KILLERâS CLOSING IN...
When her client and old college friend is murdered, P.I. Kat Justice knows the killer will come for her next. Her survival depends on finding her unknown enemy first...and working with homicide detective Mitch Elliot, her onetime crush. Itâll take all her professional skills to ignore the sparks between them, but Kat canât allow the handsome cop to get close. Sheâs seen too many people she loves die, so she vows just to do her job without getting emotionally involved. Yet keeping her distance may not be the best way to protect her heartâor their lives.
âI want to be part of the investigation.â
Mitch shouldâve known this was coming. âYou know I canât do that, Kat. Youâre a civilian now and the closest thing we have to a witness.â
âNo one needs to know Iâm helping.â
âI canât let you help, Kat.â
âWhat if you were me?â she asked, her eyes going wide. âWhat would you want?â
âWouldnât matter what I wanted, itâs what Iâd make sure happened.â
âExactly. Youâd make sure you were included in the investigation. Iâm just trying to do the same thing.â She put a hand on his arm and the warmth of her touch melted his resolve.
Having her by his side would be a good thing, right? She wouldnât let her family surround and protect her from this killer, but if she worked with him, heâd be able to keep an eye on her. Problem was he wanted to keep both eyes on her, and not just to be sure she was okay.
About the Author
SUSAN SLEEMAN grew up in a small Wisconsin town where she spent her summers reading Nancy Drew and developing a love of mystery and suspense books. Today she channels this enthusiasm into hosting the popular internet website TheSuspenseZone.com and writing romantic-suspense and mystery novels.
Much to her husbandâs chagrin, Susan loves to look at everyday situations and turn them into murder-and-mayhem scenarios for future novels. If youâve met Susan, she has probably figured out a plausible way to kill you and get away with it.
Susan currently lives in Florida, but has had the pleasure of living in nine states. Her husband is a church music director and they have two beautiful daughters, a very special son-in-law and an adorable grandson. To learn more about Susan, please visit www.SusanSleeman.com.
Can any one of you by worrying
add a single hour to your life?
âMatthew 6:27
Thanks to
My family: my ever patient and understanding husband, Mark, my daughter Emma
for all the help with editing and Erin for your graphic design expertise.
My editor, Tina James. Thank you for
continuing to have faith in my writing.
The very generous Ron Norrisâretired
police officer with the LaVerne Police Department. Thank you, Ron, for being there for technical support on police procedures whenever I need you. Any errors in or liberties taken with the technical details Ron so patiently provides are all my doing.
And most importantly, thank you God for not turning Your back on me when I forget to look to You first and worry like the characters in this book.
Contents
ONE
Something was wrong. Seriously wrong.
Kat Justice flipped the light switch again. Once. Twice. Three times. Click, click, click.
Nothing.
She held her breath and listened. No hum from the refrigerator on the other side of the wall, no bubbling of the aquarium. She couldnât even hear the heater that should be running on this unusually cold Oregon day. Just silence, pulsing in the dark.
Someone had cut the power to Nancyâs house. Were they still here, hiding in the murky shadows? Should she continue going forward or back out of the house?
A fresh wave of concern sent a shiver down her back.
âEasy, Kat,â she whispered as she often had when sheâd served on the Portland police force. But calming her nerves wasnât so easy anymore. Not since sheâd left the force to work as a private investigator in the family agency. Now she rarely faced danger.
But this new case was different. A man had followed her friend Nancy home. Nancy feared it had to do with her brother Nathanâs recent death. She believed heâd been murdered.
Kat had told Nancy to call 911, but the police werenât here. Had Nancy been unable to make the call? After finding the house dark, Kat phoned 911 herself, but she couldnât stand outside and wait for them to rescue Nancy. She had to protect her friend at all costs.
Gun in hand, she slowly set off, putting one foot in front of the other and hugging the dining room wall to make herself less of a target. Her heart thumped wildly as she felt her way to the kitchen doorway.
