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Synopsis
Last month Kate Garrett was a Police Detective. Now she’s a Pet P.I.?Kate recently inherited half her father’s private investigation company and a partner who is as irritating as he is attractive. Kate has been avoiding Jake Carmedy for years, but now her life might depend on him.
Kate and Jake are on the hunt for a serial cat killer who has mysterious connections to her father’s last police case. Kate’s father had been forced to retire when he was shot investigating a domestic disturbance. Is the shooter back for revenge? And is Kate or Jake next?
Teaser: Excerpt
From chapter 4
Hungry, I reached for my dinner bag. To give him his due, Carmedy put together a good sandwich. Not as good as David’s Reuben but way better than ham and processed cheese sandwiches my mother put in my lunch before she decided I was old enough to make my own.
Half a sandwich later, I moved to a new spot with a view of the park. Someone was taking a walk. Doing up my coat, I decided to see who was out so late. As soon as I stepped away from the car I activated the recorder on my eCom. In a low voice I told it where I was going and why. An app would add the time and GPS coordinates to my report and a code word from me would download the information with a request for help to Emergency Response Coordination.
We hadn’t had a major snowfall yet. The paths were clear and grass was visible through the light powder. I plotted an intercept course across the lawn, walking purposefully but not rushing. As I walked, I sent out a ping to make sure this wasn’t a member of the watch. It was the same app that people had been using since the turn of the century to tell them when their friends were close by.
Not a member of the watch.
I took a couple of photos. Even with enhancement, they were probably too far away. While I kept my eye on my quarry—who was probably some innocent guy out for a stroll—I tried to work out height, weight and gender, even the colour of his coat. I should have been looking where I was stepping. My heel set down in something soft and slid forward. I tried to catch myself but ended up landing hard on my tail bone.
“Fu—” Then the smell hit me. “Crap!”
I’d landed in dog shit. In my pocket my eCom alarm went off. My quarry was now running away.
“What is the nature of your emergency?” asked the ERC operator.
“False alarm,” I said.
“You really have to come up with a better emergency word, Garrett.”
“I thought I had.”
When I got back to the car, a blue and white was waiting. It looked pretty sleek beside the company clunker.
“What’s up, Garrett? You stink.”
Just my luck, it was Zander Mohr. He was one of my father’s old cronies. He was also my field training officer when I was hired. He saw it as his duty to keep me humble.
“Hold on a sec.”
I wrenched opened the passenger side door of Dad’s car and grabbed a handful of napkins from the glove compartment. Heading for the nearest receptacle, I wiped the worst of the mess off as I walked. When I got back, Mohr was holding out an industrial sized wet-wipe.
“Thanks.”
“So?’
“I was checking on someone in the park and slipped on dog poo.”
“I can smell that. What happened to the other guy?”
“Got spooked and ran away.”
“Natural response to an alarm going off. I heard it from the other side of the park.”
I winced. “Too loud?”
“Nope,” said Mohr, shaking his head. “Just loud enough. Go home, Garrett. Or go to a laundry. Get outta here. The cats are safe tonight.”
Hungry, I reached for my dinner bag. To give him his due, Carmedy put together a good sandwich. Not as good as David’s Reuben but way better than ham and processed cheese sandwiches my mother put in my lunch before she decided I was old enough to make my own.
Half a sandwich later, I moved to a new spot with a view of the park. Someone was taking a walk. Doing up my coat, I decided to see who was out so late. As soon as I stepped away from the car I activated the recorder on my eCom. In a low voice I told it where I was going and why. An app would add the time and GPS coordinates to my report and a code word from me would download the information with a request for help to Emergency Response Coordination.
We hadn’t had a major snowfall yet. The paths were clear and grass was visible through the light powder. I plotted an intercept course across the lawn, walking purposefully but not rushing. As I walked, I sent out a ping to make sure this wasn’t a member of the watch. It was the same app that people had been using since the turn of the century to tell them when their friends were close by.
Not a member of the watch.
I took a couple of photos. Even with enhancement, they were probably too far away. While I kept my eye on my quarry—who was probably some innocent guy out for a stroll—I tried to work out height, weight and gender, even the colour of his coat. I should have been looking where I was stepping. My heel set down in something soft and slid forward. I tried to catch myself but ended up landing hard on my tail bone.
“Fu—” Then the smell hit me. “Crap!”
I’d landed in dog shit. In my pocket my eCom alarm went off. My quarry was now running away.
“What is the nature of your emergency?” asked the ERC operator.
“False alarm,” I said.
“You really have to come up with a better emergency word, Garrett.”
“I thought I had.”
When I got back to the car, a blue and white was waiting. It looked pretty sleek beside the company clunker.
“What’s up, Garrett? You stink.”
Just my luck, it was Zander Mohr. He was one of my father’s old cronies. He was also my field training officer when I was hired. He saw it as his duty to keep me humble.
“Hold on a sec.”
I wrenched opened the passenger side door of Dad’s car and grabbed a handful of napkins from the glove compartment. Heading for the nearest receptacle, I wiped the worst of the mess off as I walked. When I got back, Mohr was holding out an industrial sized wet-wipe.
“Thanks.”
“So?’
“I was checking on someone in the park and slipped on dog poo.”
“I can smell that. What happened to the other guy?”
“Got spooked and ran away.”
“Natural response to an alarm going off. I heard it from the other side of the park.”
I winced. “Too loud?”
“Nope,” said Mohr, shaking his head. “Just loud enough. Go home, Garrett. Or go to a laundry. Get outta here. The cats are safe tonight.”
Deadly Season
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The Series: Carmedy & Garrett
Carmedy & Garrett feature in full length novels and novellas (the Mini-Mysteries in the Imajin Qwickies range).Click on the book cover to Look Inside the book on Amazon and read an excerpt.
Deadly Legacy [1]
Jake Carmedy has lost a partner, mentor and friend, but grief will come later. First, he has a case to solve, one that has detoured from a simple insurance case to a murder investigation. If that isn’t enough, Joe’s daughter seems to want to take her father’s place as his boss.
No matter how hard they try, Carmedy and Garrett can't avoid each other—and they might be next on a killer's list. [Published 12 April 2012, 187 pages]
About the Author
Alison Bruce has had many careers and writing has always been one of them. Copywriter, editor and graphic designer since 1992, Alison has also been a comic store manager, small press publisher, webmaster and arithmetically challenged bookkeeper. She is the author of mystery, romantic suspense and historical western romance novels. Three of her novels have been finalists for genre awards.
Alison Bruce is also a regular contributor to Pop Culture Divas and Cowboy Kisses.
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10 comments:
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This is great. Thank you!
It just keeps getting better.
Really great teaser, I enjoyed reading it! Thanks for sharing :)
Congrats on the new book and good luck on the book tour!
My pleasure :-)
Flora
I really enjoyed watching the book trailer and look forward to checking out this book!
I have added this book to my TBR list and look forward to reading this book!
Thanks!
I hope you'll review it after reading. Deadly Season needs reader reviews.
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