Arizona Mysteries - 3 Novel Set

By Debra Ann Dotson

ARIZONA MYSTERIES - 3 Novel Box Set:

 

YOU CAN'T HIDE FROM ME:

When a woman in Denver is brutally murdered, Detective Cole Jameson lands the case. It's not long before he realizes he's dealing with a serial killer. When the killings suddenly and unexplainably stop, he decides to leave Denver and return to his hometown, hoping to put the case he couldn't solve behind him.

Soon after he arrives in Phoenix, Sara Jenkins, a friend of Cole's sister, begins receiving mysterious letters, and they are all too familiar to Cole. Is it possible they're from the Denver serial killer? When Cole and his partner are summoned to the home of a slain woman, he's certain it's the handiwork of the same cold-blooded killer.

Can Detective Jameson solve the case this time? Can he solve it before Sara becomes the next victim? Time is running out to hunt down the killer who warns his victims, "You can't hide from me."

 

MURDER BY FIRE:

Dana Porter was living a quiet life in Payson, Arizona until the untimely death of her mother. When reading through her mother's journals, she learns the man she called 'Dad' all her life is not her father, but her stepfather. Her biological father, Joseph Parnell, is on death row for setting a fire in 1995 that killed Sally and Patrick Marshall. Why would her mother keep this a secret? Is it possible she's related to a murderer?

Dana doesn't have much time to learn the truth. She has less than three weeks to save the life of a man she hardly knows and find the person who uses fire as a murder weapon.

 

DEADLY TRUST (A Harrington Palmer Novel - #1):

Samantha Harrington, a reporter for a fading Phoenix newspaper, is assigned to write a story about a local man bequeathing nearly a million dollars to cancer research. When Samantha learns the man, a non-smoker, died suddenly from lung cancer, she smells a bigger story. She soon learns that not one, but two cancer clusters have been identified in the Phoenix area, both located near large Phoenix corporations. Are chemicals from one of them escaping into the air, the soil, or the water? Samantha is soon on a mission to learn who is responsible for the increase in cancer deaths.

Luke Palmer, once a decorated Marine and police officer, is now a licensed private investigator and the co-founder of the Lana Palmer Foundation for Cancer Research. The last thing Luke wants is a reporter stirring up trouble with the people his organization is trying to help. He tries to warn her away from writing the story, but Samantha Harrington can't be swayed, especially by a man who offers his services to one of the companies she's investigating.

After someone breaks into Samantha's home and delivers her a warning, she has no choice but to ask Luke for his help. When Samantha realizes the guilty party is not who she thought, she finds herself running from people who will do anything to keep their plan a secret – while relying on a man she knows very little about.

Can Samantha and Luke trust each other long enough to solve the mystery? Can they trust anyone?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Red Canyon Publishing, LLC
• Release date: Apr 8, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393436386

Debra Ann Dotson

Debra Ann Dotson published her first novel, You Can’t Hide from Me, in 2012. Five years later, Murder by Fire, made its debut, and in 2019, Deadly Trust, the first in the Harrington Palmer series, was made available from Red Canyon Publishing. In 2020, Debra will present the first book in a new series, D&K Mysteries, and the second Harrington Palmer novel. In her spare time, Debra enjoys reading, listening to podcasts, and building LEGO spacecraft.

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ARIZONA

MYSTERIES

3 Novel Set

YOU CAN’T HIDE FROM ME

MURDER BY FIRE

DEADLY TRUST (A Harrington Palmer Novel - #1)

DEBRA ANN DOTSON

This is a work of fiction. Characters and events are products of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to living persons or actual events is coincidental. All true organizations and places are used fictitiously.

Copyright © 2020 Debra Ann Dotson

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without prior permission of the publisher.

Published by Red Canyon Publishing, LLC

PO Box 5823

Glendale, AZ 85312-5823

CONTENTS

YOU CAN’T HIDE FROM ME

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

Chapter 48

Chapter 49

Chapter 50

Chapter 51

Chapter 52

Chapter 53

Chapter 54

Chapter 55

Chapter 56

Chapter 57

Chapter 58

Chapter 59

Chapter 60

Chapter 61

Chapter 62

Chapter 63

Chapter 64

Chapter 65

Chapter 66

MURDER BY FIRE

Chapter 1 – Saturday – 18 Days Left

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4 – Sunday – 17 Days Left

Chapter 5 – Monday – 16 Days Left

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8 – Tuesday – 15 Days Left

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16 – Wednesday – 14 Days Left

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25 – Thursday – 13 Days Left

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34 – Friday – 12 Days Left

Chapter 35

Chapter 36 – Saturday – 11 Days Left

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44 – Sunday – 10 Days Left

Chapter 45

Chapter 46 – Monday – 9 Days Left

Chapter 47

Chapter 48 – Tuesday – 8 Days Left

Chapter 49

Chapter 50

Chapter 51

Chapter 52

Chapter 53

Chapter 54

Chapter 55

Chapter 56 – Wednesday – 7 Days Left

Chapter 57

Chapter 58

Chapter 59

Chapter 60

Chapter 61 – Thursday – 6 Days Left

Chapter 62

Chapter 63

Chapter 64

Chapter 65 – Friday – 5 Days Left

Chapter 66

Chapter 67

Chapter 68

Chapter 69

Chapter 70

Chapter 71 – Saturday – 4 Days Left

Chapter 72

Chapter 73 – Sunday – 3 Days Left

Chapter 74

Chapter 75 – Monday – 2 Days Left

Chapter 76

Chapter 77

Chapter 78

Chapter 79

Chapter 80 – Tuesday – Last Day

Chapter 81

Chapter 82

Chapter 83

Chapter 84

Epilogue – 3 Weeks Later

DEADLY TRUST (A Harrington Palmer Novel - #1)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

About the Author

YOU CAN’T HIDE FROM ME

DEBRA ANN DOTSON

This is a work of fiction. Characters and events are products of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to living persons or actual events is coincidental. All true organizations and places are used fictitiously.

Copyright © 2012 Debra Ann Dotson

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without prior permission of the publisher.

Published by Red Canyon Publishing, LLC

PO Box 5823

Glendale, AZ 85312-5823

For my mom, my friend –

You are missed every day.

Prologue

SHE HAD TRAVELED FOR hours until she was miles away from home. A home where she no longer felt safe. She pulled into the parking lot of the non-descript motel along an even more non-descript highway. As far as she was concerned, it looked like so many other places in Colorado—lots of trees and a small creek flowing along the north end of the building. Any other time the scenery might seem peaceful, but today, the trees felt like they were ready to reach out and grab her and the creek sounded like it was mocking her, telling her she wasn’t safe and never would be again.

He wanted to kill her. How could this be happening? All she had ever done was go to work, put in her eight hours, and then go home to spend a quiet evening curled up on the couch with her cat, Penelope, watching TV. How had she become the object of adoration for a deranged stalker?

She had gone to the police but had been told there was little they could do. They didn’t have the resources to protect her 24/7. They simply didn’t understand the fear she felt after finding the letters on her car, on her desk at work, and then in her own home. Detective Cole Jameson had been the one exception. He seemed to understand and tried his best to comfort her and keep her from being harmed but there wasn’t much he could do, either. Eventually, his boss had called him off the case, saying he was needed for something more urgent. What could be more urgent than trying to keep her alive and catching a killer? Cole didn’t seem to understand the decision either. She had felt sorry for him when he had told her.

She started to unpack her one small bag but, after seeing the dingy condition of the bureau drawers, she decided to leave everything in her suitcase. She went into the bathroom and brushed her teeth. She noticed that her normally sparkling blue eyes were bloodshot red, just a shade or two redder than her hair, which she brushed more to comfort herself than to get rid of any tangles.

When she was finished with her grooming, she took all her belongings and put them back in her suitcase. After seeing the chipped and moldy condition of the sink and counter, she decided all her belongs would remain packed.

She changed into an oversized t-shirt and propped herself against the pillows on the bed, trying not to wonder if the bedding had been changed after the last occupants had left. Shuddering at the thought, she turned on the TV.

Channel selection was skimpy, but she was able to find an old movie she felt certain would put her to sleep. And since she hadn’t slept well in days, that’s what she desperately needed—sleep.

HE WATCHED HER CHECK into the seedy motel. She had played the game well, but it was time for it to come to an end. He could take care of her now but why not give her some time to herself? Some time for her to think that she had outsmarted him. He smiled. They always thought they could outsmart him. That they could hide from him.

They were always wrong.

Chapter 1

WHY DID WE HAVE TO move here? Derek asked his mother as he was unpacking boxes in his new bedroom.

We’ve been over this, Derek, Sara said, exasperated at having to explain the situation again to her twelve-year-old son. I didn’t want to leave Denver any more than you did but my new job is here in Phoenix. We’re just going to have to make the best of it.

But it’s so hot here.

Sara stopped unpacking boxes to look at her son.

She had always considered herself lucky to have a child who rarely complained. Until now, that is. Ever since they packed up the moving van and drove the more than eight hundred miles to get to their new home, he had done nothing but complain. She knew he was upset about leaving his friends but what choice did she have? She was offered a job in Phoenix and that was all there was to it.

I know it’s hot, honey, but it’s August, the hottest time of year. So, try to look on the bright side. It won’t get any hotter than this and we’ll never have to worry about shoveling snow. Doesn’t that sound nice? She heard what she just said. Did she really expect him to agree with her? Even she wasn’t buying it.

Derek rolled his eyes. Yeah, that’s just great. It also means no skiing and no snowball fights with my friends.

Sara let out a sigh and turned back to unpacking boxes. She was in yet another no-win situation. Since her husband had left them more than a year ago, she had been faced with a series of no-win situations. She still didn’t know why Nathan had left or where he had gone but he had left her with a pile of bills to pay, and since they had relied on both their incomes to make ends meet, there was no way she could pay them all. Selling their home in Denver and taking the job offer in Phoenix, with its higher salary, had been her only choice.

Just look at this as an adventure. A new school, new friends, and we can always go back to Denver for vacations. It’s really not going to be that bad.

Yeah, right, Derek mumbled as he picked up one of the boxes marked with his name, and flipping it upside down, dumped the contents in the middle of his room.

Sara was about to say something about him making a mess but decided, instead, to leave Derek to handle putting his things away in his own way. Pick your battles, Sara, pick your battles.

She walked down the hall to her own bedroom. Boxes were stacked everywhere, and she had no idea where to begin. She stood staring at the disarray for several seconds before turning and heading downstairs to the kitchen. Tea. That’s what she needed. A nice cup of tea to soothe her nerves. Except that it was so hot out. Did she really want a cup of hot tea? Derek was right. This was going to take some getting used to.

She decided a cup of tea would taste good, no matter what the weather was like outside. As she waited for the water to boil, she stood staring out the dining room window which looked out over the front yard. Not a lawn, since there wasn’t a blade of grass in sight. The yard was made up of gravel and...what were those plants out there? They were spindly and green—at least a shade of green, she supposed. There were other plants scattered about that she was told would bloom with small pink flowers at certain times of the year. Perhaps when there was some rain? She wasn’t sure when that would be. Everything seemed parched. The sun blazed down, scorching everything. There were a couple of small trees which provided some shade. Every little bit helped, right?

She had already learned the hard way to always try to park her car in the shade. She had burned her fingers on the steering wheel, the seatbelt buckle, and the ignition. And getting into a car where the temperature was close to two hundred degrees was not the most enjoyable experience.

She took a deep breath, held it for a few seconds, and then let it out slowly thinking the act would help to steady her nerves. It didn’t.

I hope I’ve made the right decision.

Chapter 2

THE NEXT MORNING, SARA arrived early for her first day at work. She was nervous, anxious, excited. She hadn’t had a new job in quite some time, having been with her last employer for more than ten years. She had a degree in marketing and the firm she had left in Denver handled the marketing needs for small to medium-sized companies. This firm didn’t discriminate. They handled the marketing needs for all businesses from small, start-up companies to Fortune 500 firms. She was extremely nervous. What would she do if she was assigned to a large firm? Could she handle it?

She took a deep breath and walked through the glass doors into the lobby. The receptionist’s desk was off to the right. It was large and curved and spanned nearly the full width of the room. She wasn’t sure what kind of wood it was made of—probably nothing that had been created in nature. Straight ahead, behind a glass wall, was a large conference room with an oversized table and blue upholstered, high-backed chairs that she was certain were chosen for their looks rather than for comfort. To the left was a waiting area with chairs made of the same blue fabric, but these were low-backed and probably not nearly as comfortable as the chairs in the conference room, if that was at all possible. Everywhere she looked she saw potted plants—of the imitation type. No wasting water here. Nothing in the entire room felt welcoming to her, the one exception being the receptionist.

Good morning! Can I help you? said the attractive, older woman—possibly in her mid-fifties—who flashed a welcoming smile at Sara.

Sara returned the smile. Hi. I’m Sara Jenkins. I’m starting work here today. I’m supposed to report to Wallace Newberry.

The receptionist’s smile faded. Honey, I’m sorry, but Wally usually doesn’t come in until ten. Were you told to show up this early?

Sara’s heart started to pound. Did she get the time wrong? I’m sure he told me to be here by nine. Sara glanced down at her watch. She was ten minutes early.

The receptionist’s smile returned. Well, then I’m sure he’ll be here soon. Why don’t you have a seat and wait for him. Can I get you something to drink? My name is Suzie, by the way.

Thanks, Suzie, but I’m fine. Sara took a seat in the lobby to wait for her new boss to show up. She took a deep breath, trying to settle her nerves. It didn’t help. She took another deep breath as she surveyed the large plant brushing up against her left shoulder. She had been right—it was fake. Just the way she was feeling, sitting there waiting to begin a job she felt she wasn’t qualified for. While she was intelligent and had a degree, she felt her marketing skills had become stale working at the other firm. What made her think she would be an asset to this company? She took another deep breath. Damn! It still wasn’t working.

It didn’t help any that she had never met the man she was to report to. She had interviewed with, and was hired by, Wallace Newberry’s boss. Mr. Newberry had been on vacation when she had accepted the position. The decision to accept the job had been rash but she felt she had no other choice. She desperately needed the salary they had offered her.

She took another deep breath. It still had no effect in settling her nerves.

The doors opened and in walked a man in his mid-thirties, about five foot eight, and balding. He looked to be thirty pounds overweight and his face was flushed. Suzie! Get someone on the phone and get that damn elevator fixed. I’m tired of taking the stairs every day!

Sara smiled to herself. They were only on the second floor. Taking the stairs didn’t seem like such a hardship to her and this man looked like he could use the exercise.

Yes, Mr. Newberry, Suzie said. I’ll get right on it.

Sara’s smile disappeared. Oh no! This is my new boss, she thought. She took another deep breath.

Suzie motioned in Sara’s direction. Mr. Newberry, this is Sara Jenkins. She’s your new employee. She said it more as a question, as if prompting Wally to remember she had been hired.

Wallace Newberry glanced briefly in Sara’s direction. Yes, Ms. Jenkins. Come with me, please. He walked past the reception desk and swiped a card through a magnetic card reader next to a door that led into the inner work area. Sara grabbed her belongings and had to run to catch the door before it closed behind her new boss.

I’ll introduce you to some of your co-workers, show you to your desk so you can get settled, and then we’ll meet and go over what’s expected of you, Wally said over his shoulder.

He led Sara through a series of corridors surrounding several groups of cubicles. She felt like a rat in a maze. How am I ever going to find my way around?

Here we are, he said, finally turning around to look at her. This will be your home eight to five, Monday through Friday, he said with a strained smile.

Was that the best he could do?

Sara looked around at the group of cubicles—gray and lifeless. Where was everyone? Sara gave Wally a questioning look.

Your co-workers are probably in the breakroom or in meetings. They should return shortly. Here is your work area, he said, indicating the first cubicle in the set of six. My office is right across the hall. Get settled and we’ll meet in my office in about an hour.

With that, he was gone, not to his office, but down a long hallway and out a back door.

Sara let out a sigh and dropped her things on her new desk. Her new desk that looked like it was just brought out of storage after a very lengthy stay. They could have at least dusted it off, she thought. She sat down in a chair that must have been in storage along with the desk. It instantly dropped four inches from her weight, all one hundred and ten pounds of her.

Great! This day is getting off to a wonderful start.

As she was bent over trying to fix the chair, two men stopped by her cubicle. They seemed to be enjoying her predicament.

Having problems there? the tall one asked as he casually leaned against one of the cubicle partitions.

Just a little, Sara said in frustration. Some help would be appreciated.

The tall one stepped forward to help. I’m Joe Swanson and this is Henry Wilkins. You must be Sara. It looks like we’ll be working together, he said as he gave her a smile she was sure was supposed to make her heart beat faster. It didn’t.

Sara looked at Joe and then Henry. It didn’t take a genius to figure out the relationship dynamics between the two men. Joe was the self-assured leader and Henry, the self-conscious follower. Joe was tall with wavy brown hair and a smile Sara would bet a dentist had charged him a fortune for. Henry looked as if he worked out, probably to compensate for his short stature and receding hairline.

Joe stood up and said, There you go, chair’s all fixed.

Thank you.

No problem. Let me know if there is anything else you need. Joe winked at her as he walked out of her cubicle. Henry followed, giving her a half-hearted wave.

What have I gotten myself into?

IT DIDN’T TAKE LONG for Sara to realize her new boss didn’t adhere to any kind of schedule. The meeting she was supposed to have with him in his office in about an hour was already an hour overdue. Since he had walked through the back door earlier in the morning, she hadn’t seen any sign of him. Considering she could see his office door from her cubicle, she knew she hadn’t missed him.

Sara got up to look for Joe to see if he knew where their boss was. When she got to his cubicle, it was empty. Funny, she hadn’t seen him since he had helped her with her chair. Henry’s cubicle was also empty. Was there some meeting in progress that she wasn’t aware of? Sara walked back to the last cubicle in the group to find Tracy McKay. She and Tracy had met in the breakroom when Sara was roaming around looking for coffee. Tracy was young, blond, and according to what she had told Sara, was just working at the marketing firm until she could finish her paralegal courses and get hired on at a law firm.

Tracy, do you know where everyone is? I was supposed to meet with Wally over an hour ago, but I haven’t seen him.

Tracy scoffed. Get used to it. Wally is never on time for meetings, unless of course it’s with one of the bigwigs. And as far as Joe and Henry are concerned, if Wally is gone, they’re usually MIA.

Great. So, who does all the work around here? Sara asked even though she was pretty sure of the answer.

Well, now that you’re here, there will be two of us getting the work done.

Wonderful.

Chapter 3

IT WAS TUESDAY EVENING and Sara was sitting in the third row of seats set up for observers at her son’s Tae Kwon Do class. With a couple dozen kids and another dozen observers, the air conditioner was having a hard time cooling the place off. Sara felt like she was going to melt. But she had to admit the heat wasn’t as oppressive inside as it was outside.

She had made it through another frustrating day at work; another day where Wally was rarely in his office, Joe had been his overly charming self, and Henry—well, Henry was another story. He hardly said a word, but she often found him staring at her. When she had smiled at him, he had quickly turned away.

He was odd and more than a little creepy.

But the workday was done, and she was now watching her son working hard to receive his next belt. All the students were working hard, which meant yelling as loud as they could as they practiced their kicks and blocks on their classmates. Sara’s head was throbbing from all the noise. She glanced at her watch. How much longer before she could take her son home and, hopefully, have some peace and quiet?

It will be over soon. You’ll survive. Sara looked over at the woman sitting two seats over from her. She had short brown hair, was dressed to the nines, and was smiling at Sara.

Sara smiled back. I know. It’s just been a very long day and I’m anxious to get home.

The woman moved over to the vacant seat next to Sara and as she extended her hand said, I’m Jessie Markum. My son, David, will be testing for his red belt this weekend. She pointed to a tall, dark-haired boy at the front of the class.

Sara shook the woman’s hand. I’m Sara Jenkins. Derek, she said pointing to her own son, just received his purple belt a few weeks ago.

I haven’t seen you here before. Did Derek transfer from another school?

Sara let out a sigh. We just moved here from Colorado. This is his first day in this class. I think he’s a little nervous. She was also feeling a little nervous being in a different state, away from everything and everyone she knew. What had she done?

Jessie seemed to sense her apprehension. She patted Sara’s arm reassuringly and said, He’ll be fine. You both will be.

Sara smiled again. Thank you. I appreciate the vote of confidence. I just wish I was as sure as you are.

Jessie had a sympathetic look in her eyes. You’re going through a period of adjustment. The uncertainty, and the guilt, will pass. I guarantee it.

So, what would you do if the job you moved here for turned out to be the worst job you’ve ever had? Sara looked pleadingly into Jessie’s eyes. She really needed someone to tell her there was a way out of the mess she found herself in.

Just think of it as a steppingstone. There are plenty of jobs for smart, talented women here in Phoenix. I have no doubt you’ll find exactly what you’re looking for.

Sara had a hard time believing what she was hearing. How can you say that? You just met me. You have no idea who I am or what I’m capable of.

Jessie let out a soft laugh. I’ve been where you are now. I’m divorced with two boys. My ex-husband pays child support when he can, which is once or twice a year. I had to go back to school in order to find a decent job to support my family. She hesitated, turning to watch her son spar against another boy. It was a long, hard road but I got through it and so will you.

Chapter 4

WEDNESDAY MORNING CAME and Sara found herself at the desk in her cubicle wondering what the hell she was doing there. She had yet to have her meeting with her boss to discuss her duties, so she was just winging it, with a little help from Tracy. It was almost ten and still no sign of their leader.

Tracy, when does Wally usually get in?

Tracy looked up from her computer screen and smirked. Whenever he feels like it. The only time he shows up before ten is when we have VIPs on site, which isn’t very often.

Sara looked down and shifted from one foot to the other. But I still don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing. Any chance he’ll actually meet with me to go over expectations?

Don’t worry. He’s MIA for days and then comes in and tells everyone what to do and how to do it. Not that he knows how to do anything around here, but it makes him feel important to throw his weight around. When he does, you’re going to wish you could go back to this time when he was leaving you alone.

Great, Sara mumbled as she walked back to her cubicle. She started to go through the files that had been left in the file cabinet next to her desk. She didn’t know if they were current files or old ones but at least it gave her something to do.

About an hour later, Wally walked down the hallway, unlocked his office door, and yelled, Jenkins!

Sara jumped at the sound of her name. She grabbed a pad of paper and a pen and walked into Wally’s office. Wally was frantically looking for something on his desk, tossing papers from one side to the other. I don’t have time to meet with you yet, but I’ll need to get with you this afternoon, right after lunch, around one-thirty. Finding what he was looking for, he ushered Sara to the door. Don’t be late.

Wally locked his office and took off down the hallway and out the back door. Sara watched him leave, deeply concerned about the stability of her new job.

THANK YOU, TRACY, FOR asking me out to lunch. Being new to Phoenix, I don’t know many people and I hate eating alone, Sara said.

They were sitting in a small, family-owned Italian restaurant not far from the office. Memorabilia from Italy were everywhere, mounted on walls and sitting on the ledges separating the dining areas. It was quaint and the food was excellent.

Tracy smiled at Sara over her plate of pasta. No problem. I’ve been in your position before. Besides, it’s nice having another female in the office to talk to. Tracy’s gaze moved past Sara and her smile suddenly turned to a frown. Oh no. Why did they have to pick this restaurant to have lunch?

Sara turned around to see who Tracy was referring to and saw Joe Swanson and Henry Wilkins entering the restaurant. You don’t like Joe and Henry?

What’s to like? They rarely do any work and the only time they’re ever at their desks is when Wally’s in the office which, as you’ve noticed, isn’t very often.

Isn’t there anything you can do? Anyone you can complain to about their work performance? Sara asked.

Tracy shrugged. Upper management is usually MIA just like Wally. The human resources department is pretty much useless. Tracy took a sip of her iced tea. I just go in, do my work, collect my paycheck, and count the days when I can leave the place.

Sara turned around to get another look at Joe and Henry. She noticed that they had met up with another man. The man was tall, about six foot one, and had light brown hair. There was something about the man that seemed familiar to Sara, but she couldn’t figure out what it was.

Better finish your lunch, Tracy said. You don’t want to be late for your meeting with Wally. She winked at Sara.

Sara rolled her eyes in response.

On their way out of the restaurant, Joe motioned for them to stop by their table. All three men stood as the two women approached.

Hi, ladies, how was lunch? Joe asked.

It was good, Sara said. She couldn’t help but glance at the stranger at the table. Did she know him from somewhere?

Noticing Sara’s interest, Joe offered introductions. Tracy and Sara, I’d like you to meet Mike Harris. He’s a new client with our firm.

Mike Harris shook hands with Tracy and then extended his hand to Sara and smiled. It’s very nice to meet you both. I think I’m going to enjoy doing business with your company.

Mike had a firm grip on Sara’s hand. Instinctively, she pulled it away. Are you celebrating something important? she asked, indicating the bottle of expensive red wine on the table.

Joe grinned. I just thought we would seal the deal with a bottle of my favorite wine.

Sara nodded. Well, we’ll let you get back to your meal. We need to get back to the office.

Outside the restaurant, Tracy asked, Are you okay?

Sara looked back through the window of the restaurant at the man she and Tracy just met. There’s something about that Mike Harris that’s bugging me. I’m just not sure what it is.

That’s easy, Tracy said with a grin. He seems to like Joe and Henry.

Chapter 5

SARA FINALLY HAD HER meeting with Wally...at four o’clock. Unfortunately, she still didn’t have any idea what was expected of her. She got the impression Wally had no idea what he was doing and really didn’t care about getting the job done. He seemed to be more concerned with whatever it was that kept him out of the office most of the day. Tracy had the right idea. She needed to get out of this situation as soon as possible.

Sara pulled her keys out of her purse as she left the building to walk to her car. She was still so intent on deciding what she should do about her job that she didn’t notice the envelope under the windshield wiper on the passenger side until she was in the driver’s seat and putting the key in the ignition.

Dang it! Why do they have to leave things on my windshield? I hate that! She got out and walked around to the car. It was then she noticed that her car was the only one with something on the windshield.

She removed the envelope and saw her name typed on the other side. Sara looked around to see if anyone was nearby. As far as she could tell, she was the only one in the parking lot. She opened the envelope and pulled out the single piece of paper. Sara took a sharp intake of breath as she read the words on the page:

Sara,

I can’t believe my luck in finding you. You’re the one I’ve been waiting for.

Yours forever

Not again! Sara, once more, looked around the parking lot for anyone who may have put the envelope on her windshield. Still, she saw no one. Sara got back into her ten-year-old Ford Taurus with its peeling blue paint and put the key in the ignition. She started the car, took a deep breath to calm her nerves, and headed home.

Who was doing this to her? It had been more than a year! Why was it starting again? She was dealing with a new job, one she wasn’t sure she was going to like, and now she was going to have to deal with an unknown admirer. Why was this happening?

Sara took a deep breath. Okay, that’s enough! There was no sense in worrying about the events of the day. Right now, she just wanted to get home, see her son, enjoy a glass of red wine, and a take long, relaxing bath.

As if that combination would solve her problems.

Chapter 6

IT WAS THURSDAY NIGHT and Sara was again sitting in the same plastic chair at her son’s Tae Kwon Do class. Only this time, her mind wasn’t on watching her son practice but was on the letter she had found on her car the day before. What did it mean? Who would have left her such a strange message?

Sara was so deep in thought that she didn’t notice Jessie walk in and sit down next to her. Earth to Sara. When Sara jumped, Jessie apologized. You were really out of it. Something wrong?

Sara gave Jessie a weak smile. No. Nothing. Just thinking about work.

Jessie looked into Sara’s eyes. You’re a lousy liar.

What? Sara couldn’t believe this woman she barely knew was calling her a liar.

Jessie smiled at her. There’s something more than work bothering you. If you don’t want to talk about it, I understand. But if you do, I’m more than willing to listen.

Tears sprang to Sara’s eyes and she began to tremble.

Jessie quickly put her arm around Sara. Let’s go find someplace where we can talk privately.

Sara nodded her head and allowed this woman she hardly knew to lead her from the building. They walked just a couple doors down to a small coffee shop. The aroma of fresh-brewed coffee and delectable baked goods greeted them as they walked in the door. The fragrant mixture and the fact that no one was yelling at the top of their lungs eased Sara’s anxiety a bit.

Only about half of the tables were occupied and Sara and Jessie were able to find a table in a corner where they could talk in private. After ordering some coffee, Jessie sat and waited patiently for Sara to collect her thoughts and talk about what was bothering her.

I’m sorry, Jessie. I didn’t mean to lose it back there.

Jessie patted Sara’s hand. Whatever it is, it may help to talk about it. I know we’ve only known each other for a few days but I’d like to help if I can.

Sara told Jessie about her job and how it wasn’t going as well as she had planned. In fact, her job wasn’t like any she had ever had before. I know I’ve been out of the game for a while, having worked for the same firm for more than a decade, but I have a hard time believing this is how it’s now played.

Sounds pretty dysfunctional to me, but don’t get discouraged. You’re an intelligent woman. I’m sure there is something else out there that will suit you better. Jessie took a sip of her coffee. As she set her cup down, she said, I get the feeling that it’s not the job that nearly brought you to tears. What is it?

Sara fiddled with her coffee cup for a moment before answering. When I left work yesterday, I found a note that had been left on my car. It wasn’t much but I found it disturbing. Sara filled Jessie in on the details.

Sara, I don’t blame you for being upset. Jessie pulled her cell phone out of her purse. I’m going to call my brother. He’s a cop. Maybe he can find out who sent that letter to you.

Sara placed her hand over Jessie’s phone. No, please don’t do that. It’s probably nothing. No sense in getting the police involved because I have an admirer. Sara tried to laugh but what came out was more of a whimper.

Jessie reluctantly put her phone away. Okay, but if you get another letter, I’m calling my brother.

Okay.

Chapter 7

YOU DID, TOO! DAVID Markum said to his younger brother.

Did not! Zach responded.

Okay, you two! Enough arguing, please, Jessie said to her boys as she rubbed her forehead, trying to relieve the pressure building there. I need some peace and quiet.

Fourteen-year-old David, sitting next to his mother in the front seat, let out a grunt and stared out the passenger window. Eleven-year-old Zach, sitting in the backseat, folded his arms across his chest and stuck his tongue out. Jessie wasn’t sure if it was meant for her or his older brother. Either way, she had had enough of their bickering.

I want you both to start your homework as soon as we get home. No waiting until the last minute. Understood?

Both boys let out a soft moan but made no real protest. Jessie took that as a good sign.

When they reached their house, Jessie pulled into the driveway next to a dark blue SUV.

Yay! Uncle Cole’s here! both boys said in unison as they jumped out of their mom’s car and ran to the front door.

Jessie walked up to her two-story home that she shared with her two sons. Thankfully, she was able to buy a home large enough so the boys each had their own room. It at least gave her a break from hearing them argue after sending them up to bed. She stepped into the house in time to see her brother with an arm wrapped around each boy’s neck in a playful choke hold. David was trying to maneuver his way out of the embrace while Zach was yelling, I can’t breathe! I can’t breathe!

Jessie was shaking her head. Great, Cole, I just got them to agree to behave themselves and you get them all riled up again.

Hey, it’s not my fault. They attacked me as soon as they walked in the door. Cole Jameson abruptly released both boys, stood up to his full height of six feet, and gave his sister a hug.

Since Jessie was several inches shorter than her brother, she had to reach up to give him a peck on the cheek. You’re older than they are. Act like it, she said as she gave him an affectionate punch to the stomach.

Ouch! Bully, Cole said, which elicited a laugh from both boys.

So, what are you doing here? Jessie asked as they walked through the arched entryway that separated the living room from the kitchen.

I stopped by to ask you if I could take the boys off your hands this weekend for a camping trip.

Really? Jessie turned, grabbed her brother by both shoulders and looked into his eyes. Please don’t tease me.

Cole laughed at the excited look on his sister’s face. I’m serious. You can have the whole weekend to yourself.

Jessie released her brother and started dancing around the kitchen. A weekend to myself. Whatever will I do?

You might want to consider therapy, Cole said with a wink. So, how’s your week been so far, he asked after his sister’s dancing subsided.

Fine. Work is good and I think I’ve made a new friend at David’s Tae Kwon Do class.

Cole sat down on a stool at the kitchen counter and watched as his sister started making dinner. Who’s the new friend?

Her name is Sara and she and her son just moved here from Colorado. I think she lived near where you used to. Maybe you two should get together and compare notes.

Cole winced at the mention of Colorado. Noticing his discomfort, Jessie fumbled for something else to say. She...seems really nice. Jessie was about to tell him about the note but changed her mind.

Seeming to sense there was something more, Cole pushed the issue. What were you going to say?

Nothing.

Jessie. Cole waited for her to look at him. What were you going to tell me?

Sometimes Jessie hated that her younger brother was a detective. Sara found a note on her car yesterday that upset her. Jessie paraphrased the message in the note.

Cole shifted uneasily in his chair and looked intently at his sister with his steel gray eyes. Jessie, I need you to think. What, exactly, did the note say?

Jessie, startled by the intensity of his question, said, I’m not sure. I just know she was pretty upset.

Cole stood up and began pacing. Do you have her number? Her address?

I have her cell phone number. Why? What’s wrong?

Cole stopped his pacing and looked at his sister. It’s probably nothing more than a misguided admirer, but I would like to see the note just to be sure.

I asked her earlier if she wanted to talk to you about it. I told her you’re a detective, but she said she didn’t want to get the police involved. She’s convinced herself it’s nothing.

Cole pushed Jessie’s cell phone towards her. Call her.

Chapter 8

COLE SAT AT THE KITCHEN table in Sara’s house looking over the note she had found on her windshield. He was taking his time, reading and re-reading it, examining it carefully. Was it the same? Was it possible the killer he had tried to apprehend in Denver was now in Phoenix?

The face of the last victim flashed in his mind. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to erase the image from his memory. He didn’t know why he tried. It had been over a year and the image was as vivid as it was the day he had found her.

Finally looking up at Sara, he asked, Did you see anyone near your car?

No.

Any idea who might have left the message for you? Cole asked.

No. We just moved here and haven’t had much time to meet people, Sara responded.

Cole looked back at the note. Do you mind if I take this with me? Maybe the lab will be able to lift some prints.

Sara gave Jessie a startled look then turned her attention back to Cole. Do you think I have something to worry about?

Trying to sound unconcerned, he said, Probably not. When he glanced over at his sister, he could tell he had missed the mark.

Are you sure there’s nothing for her to worry about? I don’t think it should be taken lightly, Jessie said, concern now etched on her face.

Cole gave her a warning look. The best I can do is take the letter with me and see if the lab can lift some prints. Switching his gaze from Jessie to Sara, he continued, I’m afraid there’s not much else we can do since there’s been no indication that whoever wrote the note means you any harm. Writing letters isn’t a crime and there isn’t anything particularly threatening about it.

Then why worry about getting prints from it? Sara asked.

Well, Cole said as he ran his fingers through his short brown hair, if we can find out who sent it, I’m sure it will put your mind at ease.

Sara let out the breath she had been holding. Yes, you’re right, it would. Please, take it with you.

THAT’S IT? JESSIE said as Cole walked her to her car. That’s the best you can do?

Cole raked his fingers through his hair. I can understand your frustration, Jessie, but what am I supposed to do? From a professional standpoint, my hands are tied.

Jessie still wasn’t happy about the situation. What about her son? Don’t you think he may be in danger from this psychopath?

Cole blew out a frustrated sigh. Jessie, it may be nothing. It doesn’t sound like her son is in any kind of danger. For that matter, it doesn’t sound like the guy wants to do Sara any harm either. He’s just expressing his...affection for her.

Cole, you can’t fool me. I know when you run your fingers through your hair that you’re upset or frustrated about something. Jessie looked at her brother as if she was trying to read his mind. You think it’s the same guy, don’t you?

Cole stopped, took a deep breath and looked up at the sky. I never said that. I just want to be sure your friend isn’t in any danger.

Look at me, Cole. When he finally looked at her, she asked, Is Sara’s note similar to the others?

Jessie, you know I can’t discuss this with you, Cole said as he reached to open the car door.

Jessie grabbed his arm. When will you know if it’s the same guy?

Soon, I hope, Cole said as he waited for her to slip into the driver’s seat before he slammed the door shut.

Chapter 9

COLE ARRIVED AT THE precinct a little after nine. Being so late in the evening, the place was quiet. In fact, he was shocked to see his partner sitting at his desk.

What are you doing here? I thought you had family in town this week, Cole said.

Which is exactly why I’m here. Jake Peters gave Cole a sly grin. Yesterday was bad enough, trying to remember if the woman with the blue hair was Aunt Sue from Wichita or Cousin Betty from Duluth, and hearing over and over again about what a cute kid I had been and, ‘Oh my, what in the world happened to you?’ Yeah, one day was enough!

Cole chuckled, I guess I can understand why you would want to hide out. I can’t say that I blame you. Sounds a bit like my family.

So, we agree I have a very good reason to be at work this late at night. What’s your excuse?

Cole sat down in his chair and, with elbows on his desk, cradled his head in his hands. Jake, I have a big problem.

Jake grinned. Are we talking about a woman? Please tell me that’s the kind of problem you’re dealing with. I’ve been married a long time and I enjoy living vicariously through you, but you haven’t given me much to think about lately. Jake leaned back in his chair, hands behind his head. So, tell me something good, please, I’m begging you.

Jake had been married to Maria, an Italian beauty, for the better part of fifteen years. Not only was Maria beautiful, she was an excellent cook. Proof of that was gradually spreading around Jake’s midsection.

Cole let his arms drop and he looked at his partner. Her name is Sara and she’s a friend of my sister.

Jake’s grin got bigger. That’s a good start, a friend of your older sister. Jake leaned forward in his seat. I’m listening. Please, continue.

Cole rolled his eyes. It’s nothing like that, he sighed. She found a strange note on her car yesterday and my sister asked me to look into it. And you know Jessie. Do what she’s says, or else. So, I guess we’re both here hiding from family.

Jake laughed. Man, I think you have it worse than I do. After this weekend, my relatives go back home where they belong. You, my friend, are stuck with yours.

Thanks. I appreciate the sympathy.

Jake laughed again. Sorry, just having a little fun. So, tell me. What is your sister’s friend like? Is she pretty? Beautiful? Drop dead gorgeous?

Come on, Jake. I told you. I’m doing my sister a favor, that’s all.

Jake wouldn’t let it go. Give me something, anything. Seeing the worried look on his partner’s face, he decided to ease up. What’s the problem?

Cole pulled the note out of a folder he had been carrying. He had placed it in a plastic evidence bag to try to preserve any fingerprints that might have been left behind. He sat and stared at the note, unable to take his eyes off the words printed on the sheet of paper.

Jake rolled his chair around the desks so he could read the note along with his partner.

Wait a minute, Jake said as he grabbed it from Cole. This is the note your sister’s friend received?

Yeah, Cole said, as he ran his fingers through his hair.

Jake watched his partner for a moment. Watched as concern spread across Cole’s face. Tell me you’re not thinking what I think you’re thinking!

You can’t deny the notes are similar. Cole replied.

Jake wheeled his chair back around to his desk. He sat there for a few minutes with his head down, staring at the large hands he had intertwined in front of him.

It’s one note, Cole. You’re seeing ghosts.

Cole placed his head in his hands. You’re probably right. Then, looking up at his partner he said, But what if it’s the same guy? What if he’s here and Jessie’s friend is his next victim?

"We’re detectives, Cole. We gather and analyze evidence. One note is not enough to go on.

Cole stood up quickly. You’re right. Which is why I’m sending this note to the lab. If there’s another set of prints other than mine and Sara’s, then we’ll know it’s not him. But, if not..... He let the statement go unfinished.

Chapter 10

SARA COULDN’T BELIEVE how happy she was that it was Friday. Only one week on the job and she already couldn’t wait for a weekend. What does that say? She was hoping it was too early to declare her decision to move to Phoenix a mistake. Please let it get better!

She had gone through the entire day without seeing her boss. She wasn’t even sure he was at work and she still wasn’t a hundred percent sure what she was supposed to be doing.

Joe hadn’t been around much either, but Henry had been. He always seemed to be watching her.

Why? Maybe he was Wally’s spy, making sure the new girl was doing her job. The thought brought a smirk to her face. As if anyone would know what that was. If it wasn’t for Tracy, she would have been totally lost.

As if she sensed Sara was thinking about her, Tracy popped her head into Sara’s cubicle. Hey! Let’s head out early. The boss is nowhere around and everyone else has gone. Let’s get our weekend started!

Sara smiled at her. At least there was one person in the company she could relate to. You go ahead. I want to finish up this last report and then I’ll head out.

Okay, Tracy said. Have it your way. Enjoy your weekend.

You, too, Sara called after her.

Sara made a few adjustments to the report she was working on, saved it, and shut down her computer. She stood up, stretched, and grabbed her purse, thankful that the week was over. She walked down the long hallway and out the back door.

Sara had parked her car in the rear lot, facing away from the building. So, it wasn’t until she was starting to put the key in the door that she saw the envelope stuffed under the windshield wiper. Her hands started to tremble. Not again! Please, not again! She grabbed the letter, ripped it open and saw what she feared would be there.

Sara,

I was watching you again today. You’re so beautiful. I can’t wait until we can be together. It won’t be long now.

Yours forever

Sara’s hands were shaking as she pulled out her cell phone and the card Jessie’s brother had given her.

Once she heard the gruff, Jameson, on the other end of the line, she spewed out what had happened. What do I do? Should I wait here? But I really don’t feel comfortable. What if he’s watching me?

Whoa, Sara, slow down, Cole said. Get in your car, lock the doors, and wait for me if you can. If you see anyone start to approach you, take off and call me to let me know where you are. Understand?

Yes, yes, Sara gasped as she fumbled with her car keys. I understand.

She sat in her car and waited for what seemed like an eternity, but it was less than ten minutes when Cole parked his car in the space next to Sara’s. When she saw him, she jumped out of her car and thrust the note in his hand.

I know it’s the same guy. What do I do? she said, nearly hysterical.

Take it easy. Cole placed a reassuring hand on Sara’s shoulder as he quickly read the message. He scanned the parking lot, looking for anyone who may be lurking or looking suspicious. No one was around. Being late on a Friday afternoon, the parking lot was nearly empty.

After one more look around the parking lot, Cole said to Sara, I’ll follow you home to make sure no one is tailing you. Then I’ll take this note to the lab and have them compare it to the last one.

Unable to say anything, Sara just nodded and got back into her car.

WHILE FOLLOWING SARA home, Cole thought again about the note. Reading the message had sent a chill up his spine. He had no real evidence, but deep inside he knew he was dealing with the same sick bastard he had come up against before. But his partner was right, he needed more proof.

He couldn’t help but think about that last case he had worked in Colorado before his sister had convinced him to return to Phoenix. He had gotten a little too close to that case. So much so that he swore he could feel the murderer’s presence. Cole had that same feeling now.

He was here. And he was ready to kill again.

Chapter 11

HE WAS WATCHING HER, the way he had watched each one before her. He loved watching their faces each time they read one of his notes. He never knew what to expect with the first letter. A couple of them had had bewildered looks on their faces, like they had never received a love letter before. One or two had even smiled, assuming the notes were from an actual admirer. Oh, he admired them all right, just not in the way they wanted to be admired.

And then there were a few who had been angry. They had crumpled up his note, tossed it on the ground with nothing less than contempt, and had driven away. They were the ones he didn’t bother with. After he retrieved his note they had so carelessly thrown away, he had killed them that day. His hands began to shake with anger. No sense wasting his time on women who weren’t going to play the game.

But, now that he thought about it, they weren’t a total waste of time. It was fun to think about the cops chasing after killers that didn’t exist. They didn’t attribute their deaths to him since they hadn’t received any letters, as far as they knew. The cops in Colorado thought he had killed seven women. There had been so many more. The seven they knew about were the only ones that had meant enough to him to receive his full attention. At least that many more hadn’t been worth his time.

Right now, he was watching Sara. Sara was different than all the others. All of them. The first time he had contacted her in Denver, she had smiled. She hadn’t bothered to call the cops. The second note hadn’t brought a smile to her face, but for some unexplainable reason, she still hadn’t called the police.

He had found that intriguing. She was intriguing. By far his favorite. Too bad he had had to leave Denver before he could finish playing the game.

He leaned forward so he could get a better look at her. What was she doing? She looked disturbed when she found the second letter on her windshield. She had even made a phone call—he assumed to the police. Now, she was just sitting in her car waiting.

Usually, they went home because the police didn’t generally rush out just because a woman received a note from an admirer. But for some reason, Sara was waiting.

He watched as a car pulled into the lot and parked next to Sara’s car. She jumped out to meet him. Who is he? A boyfriend? No, he was sure she didn’t have a boyfriend. She hadn’t been in Phoenix long enough to establish a relationship. He watched as they conversed.

No, this guy wasn’t a boyfriend. Was he a cop? A detective? His hands started to shake again. His breathing became ragged. So, she had called the police this time. And they were taking it seriously enough to assign a detective to the case. Why? He began to sweat. He needed to do something about this.... this detective. He wasn’t going to let him get in the way. No one was going to get in the way of him enjoying his time with Sara.

Not this time.

Chapter 12

ON SATURDAY, DEREK woke his mother up early to tell her that he was going to the park to hang out with some of his new friends from school. After telling him he needed to be home by noon so he wouldn’t miss his Tae Kwon Do class that afternoon, Sara decided to go back to bed. After the stress from the past week, she just wanted to lie back down and pull the covers over her head.

She was starting back up the stairs when she heard a knock at the front door. Her heart started to pound. Who could it be at this time of the morning?

She shook off the feeling, convincing herself it was just Derek coming back for something he had forgotten.

As she opened the door she said, What did you forget this time? But it wasn’t her son at the door. It was Jessie Markum. Oh! I’m sorry. I thought you were Derek.

Jessie breezed through the door with a beverage carrier containing two cups of aromatic coffee and a bag containing something that smelled positively sinful. I hope I’m not catching you at a bad time, but I thought maybe you could use some coffee, decadent pastries, and a friend to talk to.

A smile spread across Sara’s face. You couldn’t be more right, on all three counts. She led Jessie into the kitchen where they dove into the treats.

I thought maybe you would like to join me for some shopping after we finish here. Cole took my boys camping so I’m taking advantage of being off the clock. I’m looking for a new sofa and dining room set. You game?

Sara couldn’t help but like this woman who was fast becoming a friend. I would love to. Sounds like just what I need to get my mind off things. In fact, she said looking around her new home, "I could probably use a few new