Vanished: A Novel (Private Justice) (Volume 1)
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Tenacious reporter Moira Harrison turns to a handsome private detective to help her solve a mysterious disappearance the police say never happened-but someone will stop at nothing to keep the truth hidden.
sock him with a huge settlement. Not the kind of case they handled, anyway. As if reading his mind, Nikki spoke. “It’s not a marriage-on-the-rocks issue.” He narrowed his eyes. What was she, psychic? Or was he that transparent? Had to be the latter—but how had he survived as an undercover ATF agent if he was that easy to read? Then again, he almost hadn’t. Pushing that thought aside, he snagged a packet of sugar to cut the bitterness of the coffee, wishing he could cut the bitterness of his
sideways on the slick pavement. But in the instant before the beams of the headlights swung away from the road—and away from the figure standing in her path—one image seared itself across her brain. Glazed, terror-filled eyes. Then the person was gone, vanished in the darkness, as the vehicle spun out of control. Moira braced herself. And prayed. But when she felt a solid thump against the side of the car, she knew her prayers hadn’t been answered. She’d hit the terrified person who’d been
of having Ellen around. She ran interference for him socially and was willing to join him at higher-profile events, where appearing as a couple added an extra touch of luster to his reputation. And why shouldn’t she? As long as he indulged her penchant for designer clothes, fancy restaurants, and semi-annual trips to that high-end spa in Arizona she liked, a few social engagements weren’t too much to ask in exchange. “You can go over ahead of me.” “That was my plan.” With one more glance at
Whaddya want?” Not the most cordial greeting he’d ever received. “Wayne Garrison?” “What’s it to you?” “I’m trying to locate Olivia Lange.” “She ain’t here.” He started to shut the door. Cal stuck his foot in the jamb. “Do you have any idea where she might be?” The man eyed his foot. “No.” “When did you last see her?” “Why do you want to know?” “Was it the time you pounded on her door and she got the restraining order?” Garrison glared at him. “Are you a cop?” “Not anymore.” Cal
woman you saw was truly in trouble, she deserves justice. For now, let’s just say we’re both doing a good deed.” She hesitated. Her gaze flicked down to the gold band on the third finger of his left hand, with its pattern of etched crosses. “I’m impressed.” “Why don’t you reserve that comment until we see what I can find?” “The fact that you’re willing to try despite the apparent lack of evidence says a lot.” She picked up the pen and tackled the form, saving him from having to formulate a