Devil’s Luck by Kory M. Shrum(Shadows in the Water #5)
English | 2020 | Mystery & Thriller | ePUB | 2.9 MB
USA TODAY bestselling author Kory M. Shrum lives in Michigan with her wife, Kim, and their ferocious guard pug, Josephine. Kory naps like an adult and chugs caffeine like one too. She’s an active member of Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America, Horror Writers of America, and best of all, the Four Horsemen of the Bookocalypse, where she’s known as Conquest.
Sometimes revenge is the road to salvation.
Louie Thorne understands this. When her parents were brutally shot dead in their home, Louie found the strength to go on only by armoring herself with the quest for vengeance. She found the criminals that took everything from her–and ended their lives–despite what it cost her.
So when fellow huntress Diana Dennard crosses Louie’s path, in pursuit of a dangerous pedophile, Louie refuses to interfere. She understands the need governing Diana’s every move–even if the woman’s methods toe the line of madness.
As Lou is dragged into Diana’s hunt, Diana’s mask slips. The game turns dark. Suddenly the bad guys aren’t Diana’s only target and Lou finds herself between a dangerous and conniving psychopath and the ones she loves.
Will Louie’s dark power be enough to protect them? Or will the coldest heart win…
Spencer Halliday hobbled down the checkered hallway. The two-inch difference in length between his left and right legs accounted for his gait, but he was determined not to be slowed down by it.
“Where’s Diana?” he called out, without stopping. A sheet of paper trembled in his hand as he swung his arms to steady himself.
The woman in leather pants leaning against the wall looked up from her phone.
“Surveillance room.” She blew a bubble until it popped, a large pink film spreading across her lips. She licked it away with a swipe of her tongue. “Why? What do you want now, Quasi?”
Only Blair was brave enough to call him this to his face.
No matter. What was she to him anyway? The scent of grass and sweat wafted off of her. Dirt was smudged across her upper arm. Spencer supposed she’d just returned from a raid.
Dirty, disgusting, he thought, his mouth pulling into a sneer. My Diana would never be so unkempt.
And Diana was the only one who mattered.
“Diana,” he called out. “Diana, I have something!”
He shuffled past Blair without answering, the bald spot on his head reflecting the flickering fluorescents above.
He burst through the closed door and found her in the dark, staring into the blue light of a computer terminal. Her face was scrunched in concentration. This glow made her look like a fresh corpse still tormented by its gruesome death. Her blonde hair, pulled into a severe ponytail on the top of her head, was toned silver.
“What is it?” she asked blandly, a hint of annoyance in her tone.
“Look at this.”
“No,” Diana insisted. Her blue eyes were made bluer by the glow. “I can’t take my eyes off him.”
Spencer sucked at his upper lip with his considerable underbite. “But I finally got a match on the DNA results you wanted.”
“What DNA results?” she asked, again not looking away from the screen. “How can he smile so much? He smiles all the time. Why? What do you have to smile about, you bastard?”
Spencer ignored this. Diana often mumbled to herself when concentrating. He continued undeterred. “There’s a match for the coffee cup and a five-dollar bill. In New Orleans.”
At this Diana did look up. The lines in her face smoothed out. Her eyebrows lifted in surprise. “Really? New Orleans?”
“There was a blood sample collected from”—he looked at the sheet again—“Julia Street station. It’s definitely her.”
“If the blood was collected in March, why am I only now hearing about it?”
Spencer shifted his weight. No, no. This wasn’t going how he wanted. He’d imagined Diana’s joy at the news. He imagined her slipping her arms around his neck and—what?