Whose Greater Good

By David DeLee

Dawson has seen miscarriages of justice before—firsthand, and it cost him his family—so when Kristine Seleski tells him about the man who brutally beat and raped her daughter, Amy, and how the district attorney’s office suddenly refused to prosecute the case, Dawson doesn’t hesitate to help.

But, while trying to track down Amy’s assailant, what Dawson discovers makes his blood run cold. Refusing to accept the compromises the legal system is willing to settle for, Dawson sets in motion his own plan for justice, one that will be bloody and violent…and absolute.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dark Road Publishing
• Release date: Oct 28, 2015
• ISBN: 9781519975218

David DeLee

David DeLee is the author of the Grace deHaviland Bounty Hunter series, including the novels Fatal Destiny, Pin Money, With Intent to Deceive, and Take Down. David's also written many short stories featuring Grace, most notably Bling, Bling, which appeared in the anthology The Rich and the Dead edited by Nelson DeMille, and Fatal Tryst, an audio version of which is available for free from Crime City Central http://crimecitycentral.com/crime-city-central-no-49-david-delee/ David's other work includes the novel Crystal White which SUSPENSE MAGAZINE called "...a dark portrayal of the evil that men—and women—can do.", the second Nick Lafferty thriller Out of the Game and a collection of short stories called Murder, Mayhem & Mystery: An Omnibus of Crime Fiction. David is a member of the Mystery Writers of America and International Thriller Writers. He holds a Master's Degree in Criminal Justice and is a former licensed private investigator. A native New Yorker, David currently resides in New Hampshire. For more information be sure to check out his publisher's website - www.darkroadpub.com

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A Dawson Vigilante Short Story

David DeLee

Dark Road Publishing

CONTENTS

Title Page

Copyright

Whose Greater Good?

Except from Fatal Destiny

About the Author

Also by David DeLee

Copyright

Whose Greater Good? Copyright © 2012 by David DeLee

Excerpt from Fatal Destiny, Copyright © 2011 by David DeLee

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Whose Greater Good is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarities or resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is wholly coincidental.

Fatal Destiny is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarities or resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is wholly coincidental.

WHOSE GREATER GOOD?

A sudden wind gust barreled off of Boston Harbor, carrying with it the smell of dead fish and diesel fuel. Kristine Seleski standing, staring out over the reflective black water, tugged her parka closed and hugged herself. It was late September, and already the air had turned bitterly cold and uncomfortably damp, a harbinger of the long, wretched winter to come.

Across the harbor, a plane took off from Logan Airport, and the roar of its engines filled the quiet night sky. It was nearly midnight. The two warehouses behind Kris were quiet now—dark, except for the amber glow of security lights illuminating their empty parking lots. The lights didn’t reach where Kris stood waiting at the road’s dead end, just a stone’s throw from the water’s edge.

She took a deep breath and tried not to think about why she was there. Alone. In the dark.

Mrs. Seleski?

Kris gasped and jerked away from the voice right behind her. By doing so, she stepped off the pavement and her heel sank in the soft ground, throwing her off balance. The man’s gloved hand lashed out, gripped her arm, kept her from falling. Once she’d stabilized her footing, he let her go and moved back, establishing an appropriate distance from her.

How had he come up on her like that, without making a sound? The lapping water and the soft chorus of cicadas could hardly have been enough to mask his approach. Could they have?

He wore black jeans, a black hoodie and a Red Sox baseball cap that cast a shadow, concealing the upper half of his face. Kris put him at six foot and broad in the shoulders. He stood light on his feet, like a boxer.

I didn’t mean to frighten you, he said.