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Saturday, March 31, 2012

Taste of New Series....The Sentinels!!

Kansas City, KS Sergeant Duncan O’Conner was late to the party. Nursing a hangover from hell, he took two painkillers with a gallon of hot coffee and steered his POS cop car through the light Sunday traffic and entered the gated community in the southwest suburbs. The call had hit his cell phone at three in the afternoon. An hour before he’d hauled his sorry ass out of the bed. It’d taken another half hour under the shower to peel his throbbing eyes open and get rid of the stench of cheap whiskey and even cheaper cigars. His first thought had been to call in and tell them to find someone else. Wasn’t it supposed to be his damned weekend off rotation? Let Caleb deal with the latest stiff. Then the thought that the entire station would suspect he’d spent the night of his ex-wife’s latest wedding getting shit-faced drunk sent him stumbling to his car. Yeah, cause his bloodshot eyes and old man shuffle wasn’t going to give the game away, he acknowledged wryly. But while he could take the razzing, he couldn’t take the thought of them feeling sorry for him. Never that. He might be a pathetic loser, but he was a pathetic loser who was damned good at his job. Entering the cul-de-sac, Duncan parked his car and headed into the gray brick house. He ignored the speculative glances from the neighbors that had gathered in a little clutch across the street. He was accustomed to females checking out his spare, well-honed body shown to advantage in a pair of faded jeans and black tee. Even with his short, pale blond hair damp from the shower and his stubborn jaw shadowed with a golden stubble, he had the look of a man who knew what to do with a woman. Match that with a pair of hazel eyes that sparkled with wicked charm and they were like putty in his hands. The men tended to be more interested in the gun holstered at his side and the hard expression on his lean face that warned he only needed an excuse to kick someone’s ass. His own attention was focused on the house as he stepped into the small, but elegant foyer. Not the sort of house a young woman could afford without some help. From daddy. Or more likely, from sugar daddy. Not that he was being sexist. He couldn’t afford a damned tool shed in this frou-frou neighborhood. Even if his old da chipped in every penny he made driving a cab. He continued to size up the bold black and white furnishings as a uniformed officer handed him a file with the pertinent details of the case. A beat later another officer arrived to lead him to the back of the house to a sunny kitchen with a perfect view of the pool. He grimaced as the late spring sunlight sent a stab of agony through his throbbing brain, then lowered his gaze to the female who was laying naked in the middle of the tiled floor. He wasn’t surprised that she was beautiful. Stunningly beautiful with long hair that glistened with chestnut highlights, pretty features, and a slender body that was tight with the muscles of an athlete. What did surprise him was the lack of any sort of violence. She looked like she’d simply lain down in the middle of the floor and quietly passed away. In his experience, lovely young women who were killed on Sunday morning were beaten to death by a jealous boyfriend or raped and killed by a passing psycho. Not...what? His brows jerked together as he took a swift inventory of the kitchen, noting everything was in pristine place, not so much as a coffee mug left in the sink. It could be the female never used the kitchen, preferring to eat out, or at her lover’s place. It could be she was OCD and her kitchen was always spotless. But his gut was telling him that someone else had played Merry Maid. “Hola, O’Conner. Looking a little rough around the edges,” the silver-haired coroner drawled, unfolding a white sheet to drape it over the body. “Heard that Susan found herself a decent man to make an honest woman of her.” Yeah, so decent he was banging her in Duncan’s own bed. Flipping off his companion, Duncan opened the file and glanced through the meager info that had been gathered on the female. “Cause of death?” “She’s missing her heart.” Duncan froze, his gaze searching the victim’s unmarred skin and the obvious lack of blood. “How the hell could she be missing her heart?” “I don’t know,” Frank admitted, the bite in his raspy voice expressing his opinion of ‘I don’t know’. “But I ran the portable MRI over her three times to be sure.” The older man could be a pain in the ass to work with, but he knew his shit. Nothing got past his eagle gaze. If he said the female was missing her heart, then she was missing her heart. Crap. He hated mysteries. “No DNA?” “It’s clean.” Another growl as Frank gathered the tools of his trade to pack them in a black leather bag. “Too clean.” “So a freak?” “That would be my guess.”

7 comments:

Phyllis M said...

Ok....how soon do I get to read the rest of this??? Really, REALLY, grabbed me, Alexandra!! No matter what you tell me, I just know it's too long a wait!!! :)

Victoria said...

Thank you :).

Alexandra Ivy said...

Thanks Victoria! Hey Phyllis, I think we're looking at 2013, but I don't have a specific date yet :)

Victoria said...

I shouldn't say this but 2013 is good for me. I'm so behind in my reading and I love your work so this timing will help me a bit :).

Pal0z said...

Gripping excerpt, can't wait for the book... 2013 is a whole year away. :-(

Jill said...

At least I can manage to keep up with something! This was an awesome little read. I assume there is going to be another supernatural element to thus series as well?

WendySue said...

Wow! Can't wait for the new series this is great.