One Little Secret by Eliza Lentzski

One Little Secret

One Little Secret (Don’t Call Me Hero Book 4) by Eliza Lentzski
English | 2019 | Romance | ePUB | 1.0 Mb

One Little Secret : Most stories have a beginning, middle, and end. But when you work in the Cold Case division, you come to the realization that not every story has a tidy conclusion and not every story starts at the beginning. One little question. Cold Case Detective Cassidy Miller is beginning to feel more comfortable in her new career path. She has a close-knit group of friends and a drop-dead gorgeous girlfriend. Living together has been easier than either of them could have ever expected. But will one little question ruin everything she and Julia have built?One little secret.A young woman is found in an abandoned car with a bullet in her gut. Cassidy and the rest of the Cold Case division must team up with Homicide to bring the girl’s killer to justice. But nothing is ever that easy.


“Tell that to my heart,” I bitterly replied.

The Minnesota Vikings had been coming up with new and creative ways to break my heart ever since I was a kid. The string of heartache had begun years before my birth. In 1988, running back Darrin Nelson bungled a pass on the goal line, which would have beat Washington. Gary Anderson in 1999 hadn’t missed a kick all year—a perfect 35 of 35. So, of course, he missed a 38-yard field goal. 2001 had been a total embarrassment of a game when we lost 41-0 to the Giants. A Brett Favre pass was intercepted in 2010 with 15 seconds left to play. And more recently, Blair Walsh had missed a 27-yard chip shot in the 2016 Wild Card game.

“You shouldn’t give up on them,” she told me.

I pressed my lips together, feeling empty and disappointed. We trailed, 23-24 with ten seconds remaining in the game. No time outs. The ball was placed on our own 39-yard line. We were 61 yards away from the end zone, and our quarterback didn’t have that kind of arm.

I rubbed my hands over my face. “I can guarantee they’re not going to win this one.”

“Wanna bet?”

I turned away from the television, briefly. “What’d you have in mind?”

Her features were impassive. “Vikings win, I get what I want. Saints win, you win.”

“And what do you want?” I asked.”

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