Final Game: Smith Investigation Series 2 Book 5

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.

This would be the last book of the series, and Rob story ends.

It looks like another missing person case for Smith Investigations. Hints upon hints of the investigations makes Robin more suspicious. The team and her has to race against time to solve this case before it is too late.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Betty Johnson
• Release date: May 23, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311524232

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Final Game

Smith Investigation Series 2 Book 5

By: Deborah Diaz

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Copyright 2016 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

Copyright

About the Author

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Recommended Readings

Chapter 1

I placed my cup in the same spot on Dr Brown’s glass table I always did, after taking the initial sip. It was my way of discreetly bracing myself before our therapy session.

I didn’t dare to ask myself why I was still seeing her, after all these weeks, if I dreaded it so much.

So, Rob. How was your week? she asked me, as she flipped to a clean page.

Good. Nothing out of the ordinary.

The quiet settled between us was almost material and heavy.

It was the end of summer, with surprisingly sunny days pretending it was still August.

Melissa watched me watch her.

What? I finally cracked.

How’s the whole giving up on investigating thing going? she asked, not breaking eye contact.

This woman was fierce, and she knew every little dirty trick in the book. If I didn’t know any better, I would’ve thought I had trained her in interrogation techniques.

It’s fine. It’s... going.

She snorted and jotted something down in her notes.

You don’t believe me.

Nope.

Fine. I raised my eyes to the ceiling. I haven’t brought up the subject to Smith yet.

And why is that?

The smirk was no longer on her face; she had gotten me to talk, all games were over. Now the real therapy session began.

Because I feel weird. I just haven’t gotten around to do it. Haven’t made myself.

You haven’t made yourself? Do you think this is something you have to force yourself to do? Retirement?

I sighed. No. I know it’s the right thing. It’s just...

Tell me how you feel when you think about telling Smith you’re done with being a PI?

Familiar chills ran through my body and a sudden, albeit faint, need to vomit came at the forefront. My hand went to my chest instinctively.

As soon as I realized the gesture, I pulled my hand to my side and tried to hide the fact that I fist pumping my nervousness away.

Rob? Melissa insisted.

It’s not a feeling. It’s more physical. Cold sweat, nausea, I don’t know.

An irresistible urge to dance, perhaps?

What?!

Melissa’s face showed no hint of amusement.

Are you crazy? I feel like something bad is about to happen, it’s dreadful. Do you think this has anything to do with dancing?

Dread.

She made another note, then looked back at me.

Yeah, dread.

Fear.

Yes, dammit!

She nodded. I took