Justice is worth every sacrifice.
A brand-new 8-part reading experience starting January 12, 2016!
FBI agent Lara Grant has finally put her life as an undercover operative behind her and started a new assignment in New York City. But her past and present collide and become ever more twisted as a spate of murders sends a message that is cruelly, chillingly personal...
Tough Justice: Exposed (Part 1 of 8) by New York Times bestselling author Carla Cassidy
Tough Justice: Watched (Part 2 of 8) by Tyler Anne Snell
Tough Justice: Burned (Part 3 of 8) by Carol Ericson
Tough Justice: Trapped (Part 4 of 8) by Gail Barrett
Tough Justice: Twisted (Part 5 of 8) by Gail Barrett
Tough Justice: Ambushed (Part 6 of 8) by Carol Ericson
Tough Justice: Betrayed (Part 7 of 8) by Tyler Anne Snell
Tough Justice: Hunted (Part 8 of 8) by New York Times bestselling author Carla Cassidy
Chapter One
How could the DNA be a match for Morettiâs?
Not possible. Lara ground her palms into her temples in an effort to stop the spinning of her head. She doubled over, almost touching her forehead to her knees.
The others in the conference room were all talking at once, but their words washed over Lara in a confusing froth. She couldnât even put two coherent thoughts together in her own head, let alone trying to process the exclamations from everyone else.
Suddenly, her head shot up. âThe brother! Mei figured it out when she saw that photo from the sewer. Andrew Morettiâs identical twin, who was supposedly dead, burned beyond all recognition. It has to be. Damn. I should have put it together earlier. When Mei asked about dyslexia and I said no, she nodded, as if the final piece fit. She also had Morettiâs background file on her desk. She knew but never got the chance to tell us.â
âSo unless Moretti is a magician, in two places at onceââ Victoria drew two black circles on the whiteboard ââhis twin, Mason, didnât die in that fire.â
âWho did?â Xander dragged a hand through his hair, shaking his head as if trying to clear it.
Lara didnât blame him. A definite fog had encompassed her brain, too. She took a gulp of coffee. âIf the death in the fire was an accident, why would the brothers perpetuate the hoax that Mason died in the house?â
âAnd if it wasnât an accident?â Ty snapped the tab on a can of soda, the liquid promptly fizzing over and down his hand. He didnât seem to notice. Didnât seem to care
âThat would meanââ Victoria circled the black dots on the white board ââtwo seventeen-year-old boys plotted murder and deceit for some future goal.â
Lara gripped her upper arms. At seventeen, boys should be focused on saving money to buy a car, making first string on the football team, asking a girl to the prom.
Not cold-blooded murder and mayhem. Her gaze shifted to the black circles on the whiteboard, disconcertingly like Morettiâs own dark eyes.
âIf the blond is Mason Moretti, and it appears that he must beââ Lara jumped up from her chair and paced the room ââwhereâs he been all these years? Has he been hiding out? Working behind the scenes for his brother? Running a parallel syndicate in another country?â
Xander snapped his fingers. âWhat if we have the wrong brother in prison? What if Mason was the Moretti when the bust went down?â
âThen we wouldnât have the wrong brother, because there wouldnât be a wrong brother.â Cass poked two fingers beneath her glasses and rubbed her eye. âIf they both played at being the boss, then theyâre both guilty of unspeakable crimes.â
Parking herself next to Nick holding up the wall, Lara chewed on her bottom lip. âIdentical twins donât have identical fingerprints. Thatâs why Masonâs prints from the glass werenât in the system. Heâd been booked a few times as a juvenile offender, but his records are missing.â
âIâm still working on recovering that deleted file, but nothing yet,â Cass added. âThat hacker was good...but Iâm better. I just need more time.â