Publisher's Synopsis
This is a 8,000 words Erotic story with an HEA. Whole Serial is part of a bigger plot. Check for other books in this serial. Officer Tara Winter finally comes clean to her partner, Officer Michael Frante. She tells him what she's learned about the man she believes to be the strangler, and what she has discovered the FBI already knows about him. The government agency is covering something up, and all signs point towards Foyet, Illinois as the center of the corruption. The officers take a leave of absence to go on a vacation...but will their vacation be any less bloody than a day on the job? ---------------------------------------------------------- EXCERPT FROM BOOK Three girls had been found. None of them with ID. All of them out of his jurisdiction. He'd initially called state CID, but the FBI showed up and took things out of his hands. He didn't mind. Morgan wanted nothing to do with this. And then the fourth body came. A local girl, Barbara Flint. She was a chubby, shy girl who kept to herself. The sheriff insisted on letting her mother know himself. "She's got nobody else in the world," Morgan explained to the Fed, his sheriff's hat in his hand. "You can talk to her after, but let me be the first." "We've got some of the most expert..." "Do you think I don't know how to talk to a grieving mother?" the sheriff burst out, unexpectedly angry. "I know how to do my job! More than I can say with certainty about you folks. What have you done since you've been here? Tell me, what have you done? Another girl has showed up dead, and she's one of mine, and you want to tell me about expertise? How about putting some of that expertise to good use and find this sonofabitch who killed Barb Flint." The sheriff put his hat back on his head with force, and stomped out of the station to go and inform Maddie Flint. He stepped out of his bronco and shut the door. There was a light on in the Flint house. Through the gauzy shade on the kitchen window, he could see Maddie Flint making breakfast. She was dancing around her kitchen, singing by the looks of it. Sheriff Morgan Hemsley put one foot in front of the other until they stood on her doormat. He rang the bell. AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a story with an HEA. Story contains mature themes and language, and is intended for 18+ readers only. MYSTERY: Women Sleuths: (Mystery with Animals, Cats and Recipes) The Cyborg Strangler: Cozy Suspense Murder Mystery - Police Procedurals
