Killer Amnesia. Sherri Shackelford
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Название: Killer Amnesia
Автор: Sherri Shackelford
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современная зарубежная литература
isbn: 9781474097604
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My sincerest gratitude for being the reason I’m able to do what I love each day!
Sherri Shackelford
Create in me a clean heart, O God; and renew a right spirit within me.
—Psalm 51:10
To the people who stay up later than they should to read the next page, to the people who can immediately flip to their favorite scene in their favorite book, to the people who save the last page until the next day because they’re not quite ready to let go of their new friends... To all the readers in the world, thank you! The laundry can wait; it’s time for an adventure.
Contents
Note to Readers
Deputy Liam McCallister was a dead man.
At least that’s what everyone back in Dallas thought. Until six months ago, he was working undercover in the Gang Unit of the Dallas Police Department. Now he was stuck in a small town directing traffic under the name Deputy McCourt. At least the US Marshals had assigned him a job in law enforcement while the district attorney wrapped up the case. They figured he was safe as long as he kept a low profile. No one from the Serpent Brotherhood would be caught dead in Redbird, Texas.
The irony wasn’t lost on him.
If the Serpent Brotherhood knew they’d been infiltrated, they’d shut down their operations. This was better. Except one month had turned into six without a break in the case, and the wait was starting to get to him.
Fighting his way through the pelting downpour, Liam adjusted the flashing yellow barricades and ducked into his state-issue Chevy Tahoe. Heavy rains had washed out the road. There was no escaping Redbird, Texas, tonight.
A shock of static sounded from his police radio, and a familiar voice filled the cab.
“Unit 120,” Rose Johnson, the dispatcher, called.
Soaking wind slapped against his windshield in pounding bursts. Lightning streaked across the black sky, temporarily illuminating a bank of angry clouds.
Liam grasped the microphone and depressed the Call button. “Unit 120.”
“Single car accident on Highway 214,” the dispatcher relayed. “Personal injury. Mile-marker 37. Just beyond Brown Cattle feeders. Unit 130 is on scene. Requesting assistance. Fire and rescue en route.”
“Ten-four. Responding from County Road 12.”
Exhaustion rippled through him. He was working a double shift that had started before six this morning. Only the county sheriff along with two deputies were assigned to this area, and the three of them were spread thin.
He flipped on his flashing red lights and pulled a U-turn. A canine whimper sounded from the backseat, and Liam glanced over his shoulder. “Sorry, Duchess, looks like you’re stuck with me.”
He’d discovered the animal earlier in the day wandering around the town square. The tag listed her name СКАЧАТЬ