Fair Game by Annette Dashofy
English | 2019 | Mystery & Thriller | ePUB | 316 Kb
Fair Game: Paramedic Zoe Chambers hoped a week at the Monongahela County Fair, showing her horse and manning the ambulance, would provide a much-needed diversion from recent events that continue to haunt her.
An old friend, a bossy nemesis, and a teenage crush from her 4-H days fail to offer the distraction she had in mind. But ever the caregiver, she soon bonds with a troubled teen and a grieving father.
Back in Vance Township, a missing woman turns up dead, leading Police Chief Pete Adams into a journey through her mysterious final hours. With each new clue, the tragic circumstances of her death grow increasingly muddied.
A cryptic phone call leads Pete to join Zoe for an evening at the fairgrounds where the annual school bus demolition derby concludes with a gruesome discovery and a new case that may or may not be connected to the first.
Pete’s quest for the motive behind two homicides—and Zoe’s stubborn determination to reunite a family—thrust them both onto a collision course with a violent and desperate felon.
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FAIR GAME by Annette Dashofy | A Henery Press Mystery. If you like one, you’ll probably like them all.
“A few minutes later, they were seated in the station’s conference room, Pete at the head of the long table, Hewitt catty-corner from him.
Pete opened his notebook and settled his reading glasses on his nose. “Tell me about this murder you want me to stop.”
Hewitt squirmed, trying to get comfortable. “I’m traveling on business and spent last night at the Vance Motel.”
Pete knew the place. Small, one-story, outside entrances to about twenty clean and tidy rooms. Situated on what used to be a main route until the four-lane went in, the motel now struggled to make ends meet. But to owner Sandy Giden’s credit, she’d refused to rent rooms to riffraff and had kept it family-friendly.
“I was on the verge of falling asleep,” Hewitt continued, “when voices from the next room woke me up.”
He considered the question. “Not really shouting. Loud though. The walls of that place are like tissue paper. At first, I couldn’t make out what they were saying. I mean, I was trying to tune them out and go to sleep.” Hewitt ran a hand across his mouth. “But then one of them said, ‘I want him dead. I’m gonna kill him myself.’”
“Is that exactly what was said?”
“Exactly. I’ll never forget it.”