By H. Susan Shaw
The Finder's
Series: Book 3
Mystery, 365
pages
Cover art by
Richard Stroud
When her old
friend asks Kate Tucker to find his sister, Kate tries to turn him down.
Instead, she revisits an old love, enjoys visiting her friends, has a major
race with her ex, spends too much time in the hospital, and solves the
disappearance of the sister as well as the murders at a racetrack. Readers of
the first two novels will not anticipate the ending of this one!
Excerpt:
I loathe
being scared. Makes me feel like a big, fat, wuss. Fear and I fight as hard as
I’d battle a Grizzly seeking lunch. Bear and fear, there’s a perfectly good
reason those two words are similar; both critters will eat me alive.
When being
attacked by either, I have the options of flight or fight. Flight feeds the
enemy, be it bear or fear. Fight is the only response which provides a chance
of survival with honor.
I knew this
was going to be a long fight, and I meant to win. My only weapons were smarts
and stubborns. So I marched onto the battlefield of a perfectly calm, charming
motel in southern Maine. Came all the way from Pennsylvania to this grudge
match; Kate Tucker versus the forces of evil and mean. A friend needed me to
win a battle he couldn’t.
Gary Shriver
wanted me to find his sister, Darla Twine. I’m a finder, so I reported for
duty.
Reluctantly.
I’d rather have hunted for the devil himself than Gary’s baby sister.
Such is the
hazard of changing careers. A few years ago I was a simple repossessor. My
finances, and some odd requests, forced me to expand to becoming a finder.
As my first
client explained, to help me make the switch, “To repop a truck, you gotta find
it, right? Right? First you find it? So tell me why, since I got green
money, you can’t go find and repossess my tools the wife took off with? Huh?
You know what welding stuff looks like, you know what she looks like. So, you
find my stuff, you get it for me, and I give you cash.” Thus, I became a
finder. I found the pawn shop. He proved his ownership of the equipment, then
paid me an honest fee for an hour’s phone work. Often, it’s as easy as one:
dial a couple of phone numbers. Two: ask a couple of questions. Three:
collect a fee. Other times, not so much.
What Gary was
asking was on the not-so-much side.
Darla was on
my least-liked list. Her self-centered actions had disgusted me since she was a
child. Darla’s history insisted she was missing because it suited her. I’d
watched Gary grow up, and he was a good man and a good friend. So here I come,
riding in like the white knight to the rescue.
Being a
relatively sensible woman, I hadn’t just jumped in my car and headed into
peril. Before I’d even responded to Gary, I’d checked the on-line issue of his
local paper. Chills chased each other up and down my back when I saw headlines
about a series of robberies at the Chadwick Downs horse racing track. The
robberies had been capped by a double killing.
What I was
searching for was in the paper also. Ed Tucker had been released from jail two
weeks ago. Oh, hallelujah. An ex-husband with a grudge on the loose. He’d
served his entire sentence, so there was no reason why he couldn’t go back to
his hobbies; skirting the law and flaunting his defiance of it.
Bear or fear?
I’d prefer the Grizzly, thank you. A more honest fight.
At my Saco
destination, the Lester Motel, Shirley dashed out of the office to yank my door
open and envelope me in a hug. “You drive right around to Number twenty-seven;
it’s all ready for you. I have the keys right here!”
In my mirror,
I saw Shirley hurrying as I parked in front of my cottage. It was right in the
center of the complex. The safest location. From its blue-shuttered windows I
could see the entire area. The few shrubs which grew close to the glistening
white clapboards of the little house didn’t offer hiding places. I felt as
insecure as if my temporary dwelling already sheltered an assassin. I’d get
over it. I’d better, because for however long my stay, this was home base.
There was a
surprise—a vase of flowers and a basket of fruit on the table. No card. I
remembered what happened to Snow White. These perfect Red Delicious apples
could be stand-ins for the one which knocked out the princess.
Before I had
a chance to do more than point, Shirley said, “For you, of course. Gary dropped
‘em off when he paid the rent. He also left some papers on the coffee table. He
said to tell you he’d be here around six to take you to dinner. Told me’n
Charley to make you comfortable and keep you safe. As if we needed to be told!
You workin’ with Gary or just visitin’ him and his kin?”
“Some of
both, Shirley. Thanks for the heads-up about my dinner-date.” Message
delivered, Shirley helped me rearrange the cottage to my satisfaction. Three
windows and a large closet made the bigger bedroom the preferred sleeping room.
Those windows were exactly why I didn’t intend to spend my nights there.
Although it was daytime, we pulled the shades and drew the drapes. They would
remain closed during my stay, even during cleaning.
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