Undercover Scout
Could she trust him with her case…And with her life?Detective Ava Hood knows that Kee Redhorse isn’t involved with her missing girls case. Ava can’t let her feelings for Kee hinder her case – but with the clock ticking, she needs his help. Her career, and perhaps even her heart, are now on the line…
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Can she trust him with her case...
And with her life?
Despite clues pointing tribal police detective Ava Hood to one suspect, her instincts scream that Kee Redhorse isnât involved. Sheâs deeply attracted to the Apache physician, but she canât let those feelings hinder her case. With the clock ticking, and Kee willing to help find the missing girls, Ava will use him. Her career, multiple lives and perhaps even her heart are now on the line.
JENNA KERNAN has penned over two dozen novels and has received two RITA® Award nominations. Jenna is every bit as adventurous as her heroines. Her hobbies include recreational gold prospecting, scuba diving and gem hunting. Jenna grew up in the Catskills and currently lives in the Hudson Valley in New York State with her husband. Follow Jenna on Twitter, @jennakernan, on Facebook or at www.jennakernan.com.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07887-0
UNDERCOVER SCOUT
© 2018 Jeannette H. Monaco
Published in Great Britain 2018
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Contents
Detective Ava Hood watched her prime suspect, Dr. Kee Redhorse, through her field glasses and scowled. You couldnât tell about a person by looking. Dr. Redhorse was a great example of that. Charming, well liked by his tribe, above reproach and the very last person you would suspect. But as it turned out, Ava suspected everyone. And no one was this squeaky clean.
Redhorse was a trusted member of the Turquoise Canyon people. A physician, newly board certified and quite possibly a monster.
She sat in her Chevy Malibu, parked nose out, between the battered yellow bulldozer that created the temporary road and a ten-foot pile of gravel. From her position she could see the FEMA housing trailers that included her sisterâs and the one assigned to Dr. Richard Day and Dr. Kee Redhorse. She noted in her log that Kee left his assigned FEMA trailer on Sunday to go for a walk at 8:08 a.m., October 15.
Ava didnât trust the tribal police on this rez mostly because Dr. Redhorse had a brother on the force, Jake Redhorse. Plenty of opportunities to look the other way. She knew if she wanted to get to the bottom of her investigation she had to do it herself and she didnât have time for official channels. She accepted the potential risks and didnât care for the cost. State evidence be damned. Justice would be served, one way or another.
Her niece was missingâquite possibly a victim of the series of kidnappings that had recently hit the reservation.
All young women. All to be used as surrogates in a baby trafficking ring run by the Russian mob.
And all of them patients at the clinic shortly before their disappearance. That connection had been made only three weeks ago, ten days before her niece had been taken.
