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On a chilly Sunday night, Samantha Pearson receives a phone call that will change her life. Her best friend is found murdered and she must go to Tillman Station to recognize the body. Not a few days later, an attack is made on her life. Detective Jared Davies goes undercover as more acquaitances of Samantha's show up dead and her life proves to be in danger. Staying alive is not the only thing Samantha has to do; as she is still mourning her husband she starts to develop feelings for Jared and her family becomes deeply entwined with the ongoing investigations. Samantha must not only fight to live, she must also fight to discover who was behind her best friend's murder.
Warning: There are explicit romantic scenes. For mature audiences (+18).
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I was watching Law & Order when the phone rang, so my mind assumed it had something to do with a crime. Nothing related one thing to the other, but I have a tendency to associate things. Maybe my job as a book editor has me seeing plots where there are none.
The phone rang for a second time and I picked up the receiver. I placed it by my ear but kept quiet for a moment -- Detective Benson was cross-examining a key witness.
"Miss Samantha Pearson?" a deep male voice asked, forcing me to turn my attention away from the TV.
"Yes, that's me. Who's speaking?" I replied with almost no interest showing in my voice; after all, on a Sunday night, it was probably a bar owner calling me to let me know my brother was passed out, and that I had to go get him.
"This is detective Aidan Davies. I'm calling regarding Susan Andrews. Could you come down to Tillman Station on 426 Tillman?"
"What's going on with Susie?" I asked, startled, my full attention on the conversation now.
We'd had dinner on Saturday and had gone out for some drinks, and she'd left to go meet her boyfriend, so the police calling about her was unexpected.
"Miss Pearson, we need you to come to the station. Can you get here on your own or shall we send someone to get you?" Detective Davies enquired, ignoring my question.
His obvious disregard of what I wanted him to explain made me fear the worst. I closed my eyes as Susie's face popped into my mind and breathed to steady the shaking that I felt growing within me.
"Is she dead?" the words came out of my mouth at a slow pace.
"We think so; I'm sorry Miss Pearson. Can you come here or should I send an officer to get you?" Detective Davies tried to be soothing but his voice was stone-cold and professional.
"I'll be there in ten minutes," I replied as I hung up.
I turned the TV off, stood up, walked to my bedroom, slipped into my running shoes, grabbed my coat and purse, found the car keys and left my apartment, locking the door as I left. I put on the coat and rode the elevator down to the garage.
My blue Focus rolled briskly through the streets of Memphis. The stereo played a song I'd heard a million times before, but that right now made no sense at all. I stopped at a traffic light and looked around. A couple was leaving a restaurant; a mother and daughter walked their golden retriever; two teenagers smoked cigarettes on the deck of a house... People carried on with their lives, but it all seemed wrong to me. The light turned green.
After what felt like a long time, I got to the station. I parked my car and walked in. A young policewoman stood behind the reception desk; she lifted her gaze from the gossip magazine she was reading. A drunken man sat against a wall, handcuffed to a chair, sound asleep; an officer sat by his side, looking displeased. Two women, in their late twenties, were talking loudly to two police officers, one male and one female, defending their garments; hookers, I assumed.
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