COLD CASE INVESTIGATION
Nina Holmes won’t rest until she finds her mother’s killer—and proves that her father was wrongly convicted. And now that she’s left the CIA, she finally has time to pursue the case that shattered her childhood. But someone realizes that Nina’s digging into the past, and soon it’s her own life that’s in jeopardy. Deputy US marshal Wyatt Ames is just as determined to keep Nina safe as he is to keep investigating. But as he helps her with the case, they discover that this killer may be even more dangerous than anyone expected. And to capture him, Wyatt and Nina must be willing to do whatever it takes—even use themselves as bait.
“Wyatt!” She screamed his name at the top of her lungs.
Mr. Thomas’s steps faltered. He tossed her, and she landed on the grass on her behind with a grunt. Where was her weapon? She had nothing. He was going to kill her now, and there was no way she could fight him off.
But someone did have a gun. “Wyatt!”
The glint of a knife flashed in the moonlight. She couldn’t see his face, but did that matter? In a minute she would take her last breath, a statistic. A memory.
His hand gripped her hair and pulled her face back to his. “What did you just say?”
“Wyatt,” Nina breathed.
“Well. This just got a lot more interesting. I suppose that was the man in your condo? Did you tell him all about me?”
“So what if I did?” she gasped.
“Then he must die, too.”
“No—”
Mr. Thomas slammed her head on the ground, and everything went black.
LISA PHILLIPS is a British-born, tea-drinking, guitar-playing wife and mom of two. She and her husband lead worship together at their local church. Lisa pens high-stakes stories of mayhem and disaster where you can find made-for-each-other love that always ends in happily-ever-after. She understands that faith is a work in progress more exciting than any story she can dream up. Lisa blogs monthly at teamloveontherun.com, and you can find out more about her books at authorlisaphillips.com.
Dead End
Lisa Phillips
Therefore, if anyone is in Christ,
he is a new creation; old things have passed away;
behold, all things have become new.
—2 Corinthians 5:17
This year I lost my Granny, Ivy Clayton.
She was 97 years old
when she went to rest in the arms of Jesus.
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Nina Holmes squeezed her hands into fists and resisted the urge to slam them down on the counter. “Ma’am, with all due respect. I’m not leaving until you tell me what I want to know.”
Probably not proper decorum for the federal courthouse, but what else was she supposed to do? This woman was her last option. Nina had to get this information.
The name tag read “SONDRA,” and it jiggled as she huffed. “Be that as it may, I am only a federal employee. I can’t tell you what I don’t know.”
Nina pushed the creased and worn paper closer to Sondra. “I just need you to contact this person at the other federal courthouse, the one in Baltimore, where these records are kept. They can have the file transferred here. It’s so old it’s paper, but only an employee of the courthouse can request the file.”
Now