Proof
Top-notch forensic scientist Alexandra Forsythe returned to Athena to prove that the death of her dearest friend had been no accident. Armed with only her razor-sharp mind and coolness under fire–and the memory of a desperate call for help–Alex set out to uncover a truth that could shake the foundations of the academy that had trained her.Her digging provoked deadly retaliation and the attentions of a stranger who might lead her toward the truth–or her death. Because in the race for final proof, only the most determined would survive….
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Trained together at the Athena Academy, these six women vowed to help each other when in need. Now one of their own has been murdered, and it is up to them to find the killer—before they become the next victims….
Alex Forsythe:
This forensic scientist can uncover clues others fail to see.
PROOF by Justine Davis
Darcy Allen Steele:
A master of disguise, Darcy can sneak into any crime scene.
ALIAS by Amy J. Fetzer
Tory Patton:
Used to uncovering scandals, this investigative reporter will get to the bottom of any story—especially murder.
EXPOSED by Katherine Garbera
Samantha St. John:
Though she’s the youngest, this lightning-fast secret agent can take down men twice her size.
DOUBLE-CROSS by Meredith Fletcher
Josie Lockworth:
A little danger won’t stop this daredevil air force pilot from uncovering the truth.
PURSUED by Catherine Mann
Kayla Ryan:
The police lieutenant won’t rest until the real killer is brought to justice, even if it makes her the next target!
JUSTICE by Debra Webb
ATHENA FORCE:
They were the best, the brightest, the strongest—women who shared a bond like no other….
JUSTINE DAVIS
lives in Kingston, Washington. Her interests outside of writing are sailing, doing needlework, horseback riding and driving her restored 1967 Corvette roadster—top down, of course. Justine says that years ago, when she worked in law enforcement, a young man she worked with encouraged her to try for a promotion to a position that was, at that time, occupied only by men. “I succeeded, became wrapped up in my new job and that man moved away, never, I thought, to be heard from again. Ten years later he appeared out of the woods of Washington State, saying he’d never forgotten me and would I please marry him. With that history, how could I write anything but romance?” And with a kick-ass career on the force, how could Justine not write a Silhouette Bombshell novel? Justine has put her police background to use to launch Silhouette Bombshell’s twelve-book continuity, ATHENA FORCE, with Proof.
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 1
I need your help.
Four small words, yet they had the power to turn an FBI agent into a burglar.
It had been a while, but Alexandra Forsythe quickly saw that the locks at the hospital, in this basement area anyway, were not going to be a particular challenge. The security of the small-town medical center wasn’t designed to protect against people like her.
She was thankful the practice of observation had become so ingrained in her. As a forensic scientist with the FBI, she focused on tiny details every day, so even though she’d been here earlier under horrible circumstances, she was still able to recall most of what she needed now. The layout of the building, the basement and the morgue itself.
That she was risking her career with the FBI was something she was quite aware of. Yet, when placed on the opposite end of the scale from the woman who lay on the other side of this door, it didn’t even move the dial.
Lorraine Miller Carrington had counted on that commitment when she’d put out the call invoking an old promise among friends. Alex had made the Cassandra promise with all the zeal of a passionate young woman, but her dedication to what it meant had never wavered as time passed. She would do what had to be done, whatever the cost. They all would, every one of the remaining six Cassandras. They would keep their word.
It was what graduates of the Athena Academy for the Advancement of Women did.
“Oh, God, Rainy,” she murmured, feeling her eyes brim with the tears she had been fighting so hard all day.
Alex had come back to southern Arizona expecting trouble. She could only guess at the severity of the situation that would make the cool, unflappable Rainy put in that call for help. She knew it hadn’t been done lightly.
But she had never expected to end up here, in the small town of Casa Grande, just north of the smaller town of Eloy, where Rainy’s car had crashed. Rainy had made it only a third of the way from her home in Tucson to Athena Academy, just west of Phoenix. It was there where four of her former mentees, the Cassandras, had waited with Athena Academy principal Christine Evans to hear what dire event had instigated Rainy’s desperate call.
Now Alex wondered if there could be anything worse than watching an autopsy on someone you loved.
She reined in her emotions and glanced up and down the hallway to be certain she was alone. Foot traffic down here was rare at 3:00 a.m. She’d waited in a shadowy side corridor until she’d seen a man with a cleaning cart load up with fresh supplies and get on an elevator. He was the third uniformed worker to have followed this route, and she was guessing from the fact that she’d seen three of the big carts in the storage room that he was the last of the night cleaning crew. Still, she waited a little longer, just to be sure.
