Gone in a Flash (Ebook Shorts)

Lynette Eason

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Connor and Samantha Wolfe are finally taking their family on a much-deserved vacation aboard a luxurious cruise ship. Unfortunately, crime doesn't take a vacation.

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• Publié par: Baker Publishing Group
• Date de parution: 01 juin 2012
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781441239815
• Langue: English

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© 2012 by Lynette Eason
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Ebook edition created 2012
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To all the Women of Justice fans who begged for more!
The L ord is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in him, and I am helped.
Psalm 28:7
Contents
Cover
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Epigraph
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Excerpt: Too Close to Home
Excerpt: When the Smoke Clears
Books by Lynette Eason
Back Cover
1
No internet.
No cell phones.
No middle of the night phone calls.
No dead bodies.
She couldn’t wait.
Former FBI special agent Samantha Wolfe hefted three-year-old Andy up on her hip and tried not to let the excitement racing through her make her impatient. Standing in line, she could see the docked cruise ship.
A whole week of nothing but fun, spending time with her little family and basking in the sun. What more could a woman ask for?
“Want me to take him?”
Sam turned to smile at her twenty-year-old stepdaughter, Jenna, who’d volunteered to come along and help with Andy. “Sure. Where’d your dad go?”
Jenna rolled her eyes in that way only a daughter could. “He said he had one more call to make before he boarded. I think he’s over there.”
The girl pointed, and if Sam stood on tiptoes, she could see her husband’s dark head. Sure enough, he had his iPhone pressed against his left ear.
Dropping back to her heels, she said, “I’m going to hide it when we get on board.”
Jenna grinned. “Just remind him how much it’ll cost to use it on the ship.”
“Yeah, that’ll do it.”
“I want Jenna.” Andy leaned toward his half sister and Jenna scooped him into her arms. He ran his toy truck lightly over the side of her cheek and into her hair.
“Vroom!”
Jenna tilted her head and laughed.
Samantha, grateful for the break from her active son’s weight, took the moment to glance at the passengers in line behind her. No one looked suspicious, no one looked dangerous. Except maybe the man near the
No. No way.
She sighed and shook her head. You could take the girl out of the cop business, but you couldn’t take the cop business out of the girl.
Her gaze slid back to the man.
Who now had his arm wrapped around a pretty blonde’s shoulders, laughing at something she’d said. Then she saw Connor heading toward her. When his eyes met hers, he smiled, and Sam felt that quick little dip in her stomach whenever he looked at her like that. Theirs would never be an ordinary romance. After an initial meeting that hadn’t exactly been ideal, they fell in love while tracking a serial killer. Then she’d quit the FBI to stay home with Andy and do a little consulting work for the bureau when they needed her. All in all, she was quite happy with her life.
“Okay, are we ready?” Connor already looked five years younger.
“We’re ready.”
“Then let’s do this.”
Twenty minutes later, Samantha stood in the middle of the spacious family suite. She looked at Connor. “This is awesome.”
Jenna crossed the floor and opened the door to one of the bedrooms. “Andy and I’ll take this one. You guys can have the upstairs room. I can’t believe you got this suite. We won’t even feel like we’re on a ship.”
Connor grinned. “Only the best for the first vacation we’ve had since . . .” He paused, then shook his head. “Well, I don’t remember when. Let’s enjoy it.”
After they explored every inch of the sixteen-hundred-square-foot space, they unpacked and slipped into bathing suits. The ship pulled away from port and they rushed outside to stand on the balcony, waving.
“I’ve always wanted to do this.” Samantha laughed.
Connor held Andy, who waved vigorously. Connor grinned and the light in his eyes made Sam’s heart swell.
Thank you, God, for this.
Soon the port faded from sight and the blue, blue water sparkled up at her. Her family moved back inside the room and Connor shut the balcony door.
“I want to explore.” Samantha clasped her hands in front of her. “Who wants to go with me?”
“I do!” Jenna piped up.
“I do!” Andy mimicked his older sister. He waved the toy truck. “Vroom!”
“Vroom it is. Lead the way,” Connor said.
Samantha opened the door and stepped into the hall. Exploring the ship took awhile as Andy wanted to stop in the game room, then stick his feet in the pool. Finally he turned to Samantha and said, “I gotta potty.”
“I’ll take him,” Jenna offered.
“No.” Andy shook his head. “I want Mommy.”
“Of course you do.” Samantha grinned at him and took his hand. “Come on then.” To Connor and Jenna, she said, “We’ll meet you in the dining room?”
“Sure.”
Samantha found the restroom on deck five and held the door open for Andy.
He walked in like he owned the place and went straight to the biggest stall. Sam smiled to herself. She’d trained him well. She followed him in and shut the door behind him.
After helping him take care of his business, she watched as he fumbled with the snap on his shorts. “Want me to help?” she asked.
“No. I can do it.”
He could, things just went faster if she helped. Instead of pushing the issue, she simply watched.
A loud slam made her jump, and Andy shrieked.
Heart in her throat, Samantha looked through the stall’s crack to see a man stumble into the women’s restroom.
Cop senses tingling, she pushed Andy back into the corner and lifted her finger to her lips. Eyes wide, he opened his mouth to say something, but she quickly covered it with her hand. As soon as she removed her hand, he said in a normal voice, “What was that?”
Realizing her three-year-old wasn’t about to keep quiet, Samantha cracked the stall door and peered out. The man was slumped against the wall. Blood covered his chest.
He looked up and saw her. Then his eyes dropped to Andy standing at her side. His mouth moved as though he tried to say something.
“Mommy, the man’s hurt.”
Shaking herself out of her stupor, she hurried forward. “What happened?”
Kneeling beside him, she looked at his now closed eyes. The pallor of his skin said he needed help fast.
Grabbing Andy into her arms, she burst out of the bathroom. “Hey, there’s a man in here that needs help!” She saw no one who looked like they might be able to help. Spinning, she ran in the other direction and came upon two cruise staff. Breathless, she shifted Andy and said, “There’s a man in the women’s bathroom. He’s either been stabbed or shot or . . . something. He needs medical attention now.”
One of the men got on his radio, the other said, “Show me.”
Samantha whirled and headed back for the bathroom, Andy bouncing on her hip. She threw open the door and came to an abrupt halt.
The bathroom was empty.
2
Sam looked at the officer whose name tag read Karl Hines. “I’m telling you, he was there. There’s no way he walked out of that bathroom.” What she wouldn’t give to have a cell phone right now to call Connor. But she’d left it in the room. They’d agreed to no cell phones during the cruise except if there was an emergency situation.
She would say this qualified.
“Ma’am, I’m not saying you didn’t see a man in the bathroom, but . . .” Officer Hines trailed off as he stared at the floor.
The clean floor. Not a spot of blood on it. At least not so her naked eye could see it. Her fingers itched for a Q-tip and some luminol.
“I don’t understand it,” Sam muttered. “I saw him. Andy saw him, didn’t you, buddy?”
Andy nodded. “The man was hurt. Bleeding and yucky.”
Sam saw the look the two officers exchanged and knew they didn’t consider Andy much of a witness.
Andy stretched toward the sink. “Want my truck.”
Turning, she saw Andy’s toy pushed up under the sink and realized he must have dropped it when she yanked him up to get help for the man.
That man who was no longer here.
She put Andy down and he rushed over to grab his truck. To Officer Hines, Samantha said, “Look, I know when a man is dying. And that man was one breath short of stepping into eternity. He didn’t get out of here under his own steam.” She looked around, then snatched Andy back up into her arms and stepped out of the bathroom.
“Ma’am, are you taking any medication?”
Samantha turned and stared. “Am I what? No, I’m not taking medication.”
“Do have a history of any kind of mental illness?”
Stunned, she opened her mouth, then shut it. Thankfully, holding Andy took two hands. It was all she could do not to punch the man. His patronizing tone nearly undid her. Taking a deep breath, she turned and gazed at the ceiling. “There.” She pointed. “That’s a camera. They’re all over this ship. We need to get the video and watch it.”
Again the looks passed between the two officers. The one who had been quiet up to this point asked, “Where was the man hurt?”
She glanced at his name tag. Simon Ellis. She said, “His chest. He had on a white shirt and a black blazer. The white shirt was covere