First in the Justice Series. One is a cop, sworn to protect and serve—one is a physician, sworn to heal. Together they become reluctant allies in the battle for justice. Special Crimes Unit investigator Detective Sergeant Rebecca Frye is attempting to solve a series of sexual assaults and running into dead ends at every turn. Finally, she has a break in the case—a witness—one person who may help her bring a madman to justice.
But the witness is a victim herself and Rebecca must convince the injured woman's physician, Dr. Catherine Rawlings, to assist her, a task that brings each woman face-to-face with her own darkest fears. Amidst professional conflicts and a growing mutual attraction, the two women join in the battle to trap the perpetrator before he strikes again.
In a shadow world of secrets, lies, and hidden agendas, Detective Sergeant Rebecca Frye and her lover, Dr. Catherine Rawlings, join forces once again in the elusive search for justice. Rebecca is aided in her struggle to uncover a pornography ring and expose its connections to a traitor within the police department by a rag-tag team of dedicated cops and civilians: JT Sloan, a cybersleuth committed to avenging her lover's devastating injury who walks the fine line between justice and revenge; Dellon Mitchell, a young police officer who discovers an unforeseen talent for undercover work; and Sandy, a prostitute who develops an unexpected passion for cops.
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A brisk wind blew off the water, whipping their clothes and penetrating to skin with the ease of a knife blade. A cargo ship blocked their view of the river as it rode low in the water, laden with containers stacked ten high on the deck.
Reiser pointed up at the crane. We handle bulk merchandise, containers, automobiles, perishable goods—a broader range of imports than almost any other U. We have a central computer system with a staff of ten who do nothing but cross-check bills of lading, ports of origin, and destinations against incoming and outgoing manifests.
Do we check each barrel, crate, and container? Customs agents do visual inspections upon arrival. Reiser scanned the area. They were surrounded by dockworkers, but no one paid them any attention.
Or how much of what she knew she would share. But she clearly had not wanted to have this conversation in plain sight of the workers in the warehouse. Reiser smiled fleetingly. Again, the merchandise is checked at the point of origin, and Customs clears it here. Is there a bag of cocaine tucked into a crate of coffee somewhere? Possibly, but large scale? Appreciate it, Captain. Five minutes later, Rebecca slowed for the same taciturn guard at the security post, who waved them through with barely a glance.
Because nobody likes to freeze their balls off for no good reason. But why would Jimmy Hogan care? Maybe using the proceeds to underwrite his drug operation. Detective lieutenant, huh? I guess a lot has happened in the last twenty-four hours.
Frye stared straight ahead, her expression completely unreadable. Sloan was momentarily irritated, wishing that Frye had given her a heads-up as to what the hell this meeting was all about.
Security screening on the others would take too long. He should know that her arrest and subsequent dismissal from the Justice Department disqualified her from a position such as this. The fact that he had paved the way made the entire offer suspect. When Sloan took it, he squeezed gently.
The identities of those individuals is probably somewhere in here. Her hands closed into fists. A dull throb reverberated at the base of her skull, impeding her ability to concentrate. Queasiness simmered in the pit of her stomach. With effort, she settled her trembling fingers on the keyboard and began a memo to the division heads of Innova Design Consultants, the company she had founded with her ex-husband and now headed.
Fifteen minutes later, she had completed one paragraph, and her head threatened to explode. Sporadic flashes of light streaked across her field of vision, and the queasiness had swelled to a surging tide of nausea.
She closed her eyes, hoping to fight down the sickness. Not to expect too much. You had a really bad concussion.
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