Dead Right. Brenda Novak

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      Also by Brenda Novak

      DEAD GIVEAWAY

      DEAD SILENCE

      For Joy, who left this life far too soon.

      Not a day goes by that I don’t think of you— and miss you.

      “The first condition of human goodness is something to love; the second something to reverence.”

      —George Eliot (Mary Ann Evans,

      English novelist, 1819-1880)

      Dear Reader,

      If you’ve read Dead Silence and/or Dead Giveaway, you’ve already met Madeline Montgomery. You know she loves the man who was her father, the man who went missing twenty years ago, and that she’s absolutely determined to discover what happened to him. You also know that if she manages to find out, it’ll make for a very unpleasant surprise (maybe a few surprises for you, too!). Her own family’s keeping the truth from her. They have good reason, of course. Their dark secret is something she’s better off not knowing. But she can’t settle for that. She wants to know, and love and denial can blind her for only so long. Especially when private investigator Hunter Solozano comes to town…

      As the last book in the Dead trilogy, Dead Right was a difficult story to write. Mostly because “the end” means I have to say goodbye to characters I’ve been working with for over a year—some of my favourite characters, in fact. But the sadness won’t last.

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      Here’s hoping you enjoy Dead Right!

       Brenda Novak

      Chapter One

       Was his body inside?

      Hunched against the freezing January rain, Madeline Barker felt her fingernails cut into her palms. Standing with her stepbrother, stepsister and stepmother, she watched the police and several volunteers attempt to pull her father’s car out of the abandoned water-filled quarry. Her head pounded from lack of sleep, and her chest was so tight she almost couldn’t breathe, yet she stood perfectly still…waiting. After almost twenty years, she might finally have some answers about her father’s disappearance.

      Toby Pontiff, Stillwater, Mississippi’s, police chief, knelt at the lip of the yawning hole. “Careful, careful there, Rex,” he called over the high-pitched whine of the winch attached to a massive tow truck.

      Joe Vincelli and his brother, Roger, Madeline’s first cousins, hovered on the other side of the quarry, their faces betraying their anticipation. They spoke animatedly to each other, but Madeline couldn’t hear them above the noise. She was fairly sure she didn’t want to. What they had to say would only upset her. They’d long blamed her father’s disappearance on certain members of her stepfamily—Irene, Clay and Grace—who were gathered around her now. Unfortunately, the fact that the Cadillac had been found in the quarry five miles outside of town would only convince them they’d been right all along. It’d certainly prove that her father hadn’t driven off into the sunset.

      The black seal-like heads of two divers who’d gone down a few minutes earlier popped up and, with a gasp, Madeline realized she could see the front grille of her dad’s car through the murky water. With a sudden rush of tears, she instinctively moved closer to Clay, who remained as dark and silent as the surrounding rocks.

      The car didn’t break the surface. Rex hit a button that stopped the clamoring winch, halting its progress, and the silence made Madeline’s ears ring.

      Her stepmother, a short buxom woman with hair like Loretta Lynn’s, whimpered at the sight of the barely visible car. Grace shifted to try and comfort her, but Clay didn’t move. Madeline looked up at him, wondering what was going on behind his intense blue eyes.

      As usual, it was difficult to tell. His expression mirrored the gray, overcast sky. Maybe he wasn’t thinking. Maybe, like her, he was simply surviving the cataclysm of emotions.

      It’ll be over soon. No matter what happens, knowing is better than not knowing. She hoped…

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