Top Of The Game: Smith Investigations Series 2

By Deborah Diaz

---About Rob Walsh or "Robin"---
The year is 2014. Rob Walsh is a 49 years old retired Chief Petty Officer and private investigator.
She is a rising star as a PI. Following a certain incident with her client, she has decided to resign and spend her time writing books.
---Plot---
Robin is now a full time private investigator in Smith Investigations. A woman came to the agency and asked that they investigate the disappearance of her husband. Robin immediately senses something i amiss.
How will she fare in her new role? Is she still at the top of the game?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Betty Johnson
• Release date: May 19, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311042279

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Top Of The Game

Smith Investigation Series Book 2

By: Deborah Diaz

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Copyright 2015 by Deborah Diaz

This book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental.

About the Author

Deborah Diaz is a retired insurance adjustor. She is living at Tennessee and enjoys reading mystery novels during her free time.

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Table of Contents

Copyrighted material

About the Author

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Recommended Readings

CHAPTER 1

Ah, a new day at the office, I thought, settling into my chair. My sigh of contentment filled the silence.

My assigned desk occupied the corner opposite the door. I smiled, grateful that Smith had remembered that I liked natural light when I worked. One of the small windows in Operations was on my right, flooding my desk with sunlight.

I pulled the drawers open one by one, enjoying the feeling of a new beginning. My face split into a wide grin imagining the possibilities these empty drawers offered. How many memories I could stash in there, each and every one to remind me of great moments that were to come.

I looked up and saw Spike lurking around. By her expression, I could tell she was dying to get something off her chest. She started fiddling with the file in her hands when she caught my gaze, but I knew she wasn’t actually reading it.

Spill it, I encouraged her, leaning on my elbows.

Who? Me?

She pointed a thumb to herself, her face a picture of innocence. I nodded and motioned her closer.

What’s bothering you, Spike?

She pulled up a chair beside my desk and sat. Judging by the way she gnawed at her bottom lip, I suspected something personal was troubling her. I refrained from making any comment, giving her the space she needed to talk.

"Um, well, I don’t know what to do about this. I mean, you are the best in the field, and he is as stubborn as a mule," she started, sounding more like she was talking to herself.

I leaned back, intrigued.

"I guess I could tell you. It’s only a suggestion,