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Laying Down The Law
Delores Fossen
A Texas lawman must face his past and bring a serial killer to justiceDEA Agent Cord Granger knows evidence doesn’t lie. And he knows the serial killer in custody – his biological father – is the Moonlight Strangler. With news of a similar attack, Cord takes the victim, rancher Karina Southerland, into his protective custody.Marred by the Strangler’s hallmark slash across her cheek, Karina is sure Cord’s father is innocent. The real killer is still out there – and he’s coming to finish what he started. At least they can agree that their smoldering attraction is real. Now, if there’s any hope for a future, Cord must solve this murderous puzzle. Before the Moonlight Strangler strikes again.
A Texas lawman must face his past and bring a serial killer to justice
DEA agent Cord Granger knows evidence doesn’t lie. And he knows the serial killer in custody—his biological father—is the Moonlight Strangler. With news of a similar attack, Cord takes the victim, rancher Karina Southerland, into his protective custody.
Marred by the Strangler’s hallmark slash across her cheek, Karina is sure Cord’s father is innocent. The real killer is still out there—and he’s coming to finish what he started. At least they can agree that their smoldering attraction is real. Now, if there’s any hope for a future, Cord must solve this murderous puzzle. Before the Moonlight Strangler strikes again.
“I went outside to check on the horses,” Karina continued after she’d gathered her breath. “When I stepped into the barn, he hit me over the head. I didn’t even see him. Didn’t know he was there until it was too late.”
Cord jumped right on that. “But you could tell for sure that it was a man?”
“Yes,” she said without hesitation.
Damn. “What happened next?” he pressed when she didn’t continue.
Karina closed her eyes a moment. Shuddered. “I screamed as I was falling, and he cut my face.” She reached to put her fingers there, but the paramedic moved them away.
It was the slice on her cheekbone. And the signature of the Moonlight Strangler.
Laying Down the Law
Delores Fossen
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
DELORES FOSSEN, a USA TODAY bestselling author, has sold over fifty novels with millions of copies of her books in print worldwide. She’s received a Booksellers’ Best Award and an RT Reviewers’ Choice Best Book Award. She was also a finalist for a prestigious RITA® Award. You can contact the author through her website at www.deloresfossen.com (http://www.deloresfossen.com/).
CAST OF CHARACTERS (#ulink_e9ecd82c-2cf4-5354-81d6-0c3dcabc3a2a)
Cord Granger—A tough DEA agent who believes his birth father is a notorious serial killer, the Moonlight Strangler, but Cord’s quest for justice puts him on a collision course with danger and
a woman who believes his birth father is an innocent man.
Karina Southerland—The last thing she needs is to feel an attraction for Cord, the hot cowboy lawman who’s gunning for someone she loves, but Cord is also the one person who can save her from a killer.
Willie Lee Samuels—Cord’s birth father, who’s in jail and charged with being the Moonlight Strangler.
Rocky Finney—Karina’s ranch hand, who has plenty of secrets, and one of those secrets could be the reason Karina’s in danger.
Harley Kramer—This businessman wants nothing more than for Karina to drop charges against him for breaking and entering. But how far would he go to force her to back down?
DeWayne Stringer—A cattle baron who’s had run-ins with Karina and Willie Lee for years. Did he frame Willie Lee for the murders?
Contents
Cover (#ub1401b68-48b6-560e-98b9-ee5d6a48d2bf)
Back Cover Text (#u18d67e2b-f5b3-54f6-8e4e-b23e0ba8668b)
Introduction (#u239d19e7-de4e-53d7-b5ff-9502f29532b8)
Title Page (#u63e8ac52-e589-5955-b3d9-2b380af2f2a1)
About the Author (#uc135fb54-60f8-5221-a448-057c55f8abc9)
CAST OF CHARACTERS (#ulink_92643ef7-26fb-56dc-a50f-2a6e79ec209b)
Chapter One (#ulink_48fe4a54-b47b-58d2-bfcb-70cd3d6f30e2)
Chapter Two (#ulink_c19b9a8f-cdbf-5bad-9122-8bb7ccfafdf5)
Chapter Three (#ulink_33531035-b0dc-586e-8d4c-27b9144cea68)
Chapter Four (#ulink_06548ee3-44d6-51b4-a518-9bd8bb32b246)
Chapter Five (#ulink_ebe0799a-05a5-59fd-836c-8933f4a99a24)
Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Sixteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seventeen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eighteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nineteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Extract (#litres_trial_promo)
Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter One (#ulink_5d81ffee-678b-5ed3-8593-47b20b5182e3)
Blood.
Special Agent Cord Granger’s stomach tightened into a knot.
Since he’d worked for the Drug Enforcement Administration for the past nine years now, he’d seen plenty of blood before at various crime scenes. And a lot more of it than the drops that were here on the floor of the barn.
But this wasn’t any ordinary crime scene.
There shouldn’t be blood here because there shouldn’t be a victim.
Cord cursed under his breath and caught the eye of Sheriff Jericho Crockett, no doubt one of the first responders to the small ranch in Appaloosa Pass. This was the sheriff’s jurisdiction. Jericho normally doled out glares and hard looks to Cord, but tonight he just lifted an eyebrow.
Cord lifted one of his own and felt that knot tighten even more.
“Miss Southerland insisted on seeing you,” Jericho told Cord. “Said she wouldn’t get in the ambulance until you got here.”
Yeah, Jericho had relayed something similar about Karina Southerland when he’d phoned Cord about twenty minutes earlier. Jericho had asked him to come to the rental house on a local ranch and had rattled off the address. As an agent, Cord got plenty of bad calls in the middle of the night, some even from local sheriffs, but this one wasn’t DEA-related.
This one was, well, personal.
“Karina said it was the Moonlight Strangler who attacked her?” Cord asked the sheriff.
Jericho nodded. “The guy had on a ski mask, came at her from behind. It fits the MO, too.” He glanced up at the night sky, where there was a full moon.
The glancing hadn’t been necessary, though. A full moon was always a reminder of murder. That could happen when a person had a personal connection to a vicious serial killer known as the Moonlight Strangler.
And when the killer was Cord’s biological father.
It didn’t matter that Cord didn’t personally know the man. Though they had met. In a way. When Cord had been on the receiving end of the Moonlight Strangler’s knife only a month ago. But because the Moonlight Strangler had pumped him full of drugs, Cord didn’t have many memories of the incident at all.
Only the scars.
And while Cord would never—never—think of that snake as his father, they would always share the same blood.
“How bad is Karina hurt?” Cord added.
Jericho hitched his thumb to the rear of the barn. “See for yourself. It’s not nearly as bad as it could have been.”
True. She could be dead. “Did she say how she got away from...her attacker?”
“Oh, she’s got plenty to say. Thought you’d want to hear it for yourself so you can try to make sense of it.” Jericho paused. “Is there any sense to be made from this?”
Cord hoped there was. But he wasn’t seeing it so far.
“The sooner you talk to her,” Jericho continued, “the sooner she’ll be in that ambulance so I can get the CSIs in here to examine the place.”
Cord wanted that, as well. Because the CSIs had to find something, anything.
Making sure he didn’t step on the blood or any other item that could possibly be evidence, Cord made his way toward the two paramedics who weren’t looking any happier about this situation than Jericho or him. The ambulance was parked at the front of the barn, the red lights still on and slashing through the night. That alone spiked his adrenaline and so did the fear of what he might see when he spotted the woman on the floor by some stacked hay bales.
Karina Southerland.
Over the past month he’d met with her at least a dozen times. In those confrontations—and they were confrontations, all right—she’d been intense but composed.
There wasn’t much left of that composure now.
Her dark brown hair was a tangled mess, strands of it sticking to the perspiration on her face. No jeans and working cowboy boots as she’d worn during their previous meetings. Tonight, she had on just an oversize plain white T-shirt that she was obviously using as a nightgown. It was cut low enough at the neck that he could see the bruises there. She had bruises on her knees, too, and scrapes and nicks on her hands that looked like defensive wounds.
And there was the blood, of course.
A smear of it was still on her left cheek, which one of the paramedics was tending. Another cut on her left arm. She had yet another small one near her shoulder.
Along with the two paramedics, there was a third guy with graying brown hair. Lanky to the point of being scrawny, he was pacing just outside the rear entrance of the barn. The guy was chewing on his left thumbnail, had a cell phone gripped in his right hand and was tossing some very concerned glances at Karina. He was in his fifties, and it looked as if he’d dressed in a hurry. No boots, just his socks. But there was a gun tucked at an angle in the waist of his baggy jeans.
“Who are you?” Cord asked the guy right off.
He stopped chewing on his thumbnail long enough to answer. “Rocky Finney. I’m a ranch hand here. You need to help Karina.”
“He works for me,” Karina volunteered. “And he saved my life.”
Cord stared at Rocky to let him know he wanted a lot more details than the ranch hand had just doled out to him.
“I was sleeping in the bunkhouse.” Rocky glanced at the small barn-shaped building about twenty yards from the main house. Such that it was. The main house was small, too. “I heard Karina scream, and when I came out, this man wearing a mask was choking her. I shot at him. I think I hit him in the shoulder. And he ran off.”
Maybe some of the blood belonged to the attacker. If Rocky was telling the truth, that is.
“Where did the man run?” Cord continued.
Rocky pointed in the direction of a heavily wooded area. Which was also the direction of the road since it was just on the other side of all those trees.
“There’s no blood trail immediately around the barn,” Jericho quickly informed Cord. “But the CSIs will look. I don’t want anyone in that area until they’ve searched it.”
Neither did Cord. Because blood could give them the DNA of the person responsible for this.
“She needs stitches,” the paramedic said when he snared Cord’s gaze.
The bulky, bald paramedic looked at Cord as if he could magically make Karina get in that ambulance and head to the hospital. But Cord had less influence on her than anyone else in this barn.
“I told you Willie Lee was innocent,” Karina said, her mouth tight, “that he wasn’t the Moonlight Strangler.” Her voice was raspy but clear enough for Cord to hear the accusation in there.
The Moonlight Strangler had been a source of contention between Karina and him after Willie Lee Samuels was identified as the serial killer. And then captured. That had happened a month ago, after he’d attacked Cord.
Of course, Willie Lee didn’t know about the multiple murder charges against him yet because he’d sustained a gunshot wound and been in a coma ever since being taken into custody.
And Cord had been the one to shoot him.
