The Second Lie (Chapman Files Series #2) [NOOK Book]

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They say big-city problems don't happen here. They're wrong. That's why psychologist Kelly Chapman is so concerned about fourteen-year-old Maggie Winston. She's a straight-A student who's developed a sudden interest in an older man. A man she knows only as Mac.

Deputy Samantha Jones, Kelly's longtime friend, is worried, too. She has been ever since a local businessman killed his wife and then himself. Since a kid was caught selling drugs. Since the discovery of a mysterious ...

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Overview


They say big-city problems don't happen here. They're wrong. That's why psychologist Kelly Chapman is so concerned about fourteen-year-old Maggie Winston. She's a straight-A student who's developed a sudden interest in an older man. A man she knows only as Mac.

Deputy Samantha Jones, Kelly's longtime friend, is worried, too. She has been ever since a local businessman killed his wife and then himself. Since a kid was caught selling drugs. Since the discovery of a mysterious chemical dump on Kyle Evans's farm. Kyle, her former fiancé and current lover…

Are all these things connected? That's what Sam and Kelly are beginning to think. And that means someone in Chandler is lying.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781426868849
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 10/1/2010
  • Series: Chapman Files Series , #2
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 336
  • Sales rank: 883,014
  • File size: 613 KB

Meet the Author


The author of more than 50 original novels, in twenty languages, Tara Taylor Quinn is a USA Today bestseller with more than six million copies sold. Known for delivering deeply emotional and psychologically compelling novels, Ms. Quinn won the 2008 Reader’s Choice Award, is a four time finalist for the RWA Rita Award, a finalist for the Reviewer’s Choice Award, the Bookseller’s Best Award, and has appeared often on local and national TV including CBS Sunday Morning.
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Chandler, Ohio Monday, August 2, 2010

I couldn't find a pencil that hadn't been chewed on. So what if the existing ones all bore my own teeth marks? Sometimes a girl just needed fresh wood.

I'd already seen four patients that day, had worked at the soup kitchen during lunch—my turn to wash dishes— and book club was that night and I hadn't finished the book, in spite of being up half the night trying.

And right then, critical on my list was that none of my desk drawers had unused, which for me meant unchewed, pencils. Okay, so the habit was somewhat disgusting. I acknowledged it. At least I faced my issues.

"Deb?" I punched the phone intercom system— a system that had come with the office and had been around, I suspected, since before color television.

"Yeah?" Deb Brown, my assistant wasn't the most professional employee around. But she was loyal and compassionate, which made up for any lack in her office etiquette.

"Have we got any pencils out there?"

"No, but you've got a call on line one. I was just going to buzz you when you buzzed me."

"Go get some new pencils, would you?"

"Now? I'm in the middle of billing."

"Now. Please. If you don't mind."

"Heck, I don't mind. It's eighty degrees and sunny outside."

"But make sure you only walk as far as your car," I told her. The one store in town that carried office supplies was three miles away and Deb had been known to make that hike.

"Okay," Deb said, and clicked off.

Why the store was closer to the highway seven miles outside town instead of downtown where people worked was beyond me. The only businesses out by the interstate, besides farmland, were an economy hotel, a truck stop and a family diner. If you considered a greasy spoon filled with truckers a "family" diner.

Picking up a pen, pulling one of four or five notepads toward me, I took my call on line one.

"Dr. Chapman?" The caller was female. Sounded older than a teen. At a guess, in her early thirties.

"Yes?"

"My name is Lori Winston. The counselor at Chandler High School referred me to you."

Jim Lockhart had sent several troubled teens to me over the past five years.

"You have a son or daughter in high school? " I asked, mentally reviewing my assessment of her age.

"A daughter. Just starting high school this month. But I can't pay you," the woman continued. "I barely got enough money to pay lot rent and utilities."

Jim knew that when it came to kids, I'd work pro bono anytime.

Insecure, I jotted down about Lori Winston, because I always made notes about whatever popped immediately to mind when dealing with my clients. Or pretty much anyone I talked to.

Low-income.

First impressions were sometimes vital.

"You and your daughter live alone?"

"Yep."

Independent, I added, thinking of the thirteen- or fourteen-year-old I had yet to meet.

"For how long?"

"Since she was born. Took me three years to save up for this trailer and it's not much. Two bedrooms. And a hole in the bathroom floor. But we do okay most of the time. It's just comin' up with extra that's hard.

"And before you ask, I had her when I was sixteen. Had to quit school 'cause I couldn't afford a babysitter without working full-time. Seems everyone wants to turn up their noses at us, and if you're one of 'em, then fine, we don't need your help."

"No, wait." I frowned, quickly put pen to paper. Defensive home environment. "I'm happy to help—at no charge." I said what I figured would mean the most so I could keep the needy mother on the line. "And I'm not judging your situation," I added. "My mother also quit high school to have me."

Right here in Chandler.

"And you turned into a doctor?"

Well, a doctor of psychology, anyhow. "Yes," I said.

"You'll understand Maggie, then. Lots of folks don't. They look at me and figure she's white trash, too, without bothering to learn what she's about. Not that I'm trash or nothin'—I'm not. But I know what people say about me. I hear them."

"Maggie's your daughter?"

"Yeah. She's fourteen."

Maggie. Cute name. Weary mother.

"How's she doing in school?"

"Straight A's so far."

Responsible.

"What about sports?" Seemed like every kid in the county played something. There wasn't a whole lot else for them—or their parents—to do. Some of the people in Fort County seemed to put more emphasis on games and practice and working out than they did on homework and attending class.

"She was a cheerleader in junior high and made the junior varsity team at Chandler, but she quit when practices started. Said she was bored with it. They have to pay to play now that the tax levy failed, so we couldn't afford the extra, anyway."

I looked at my notes. Nothing stood out. So I asked the obvious question. "Why do you think your daughter needs a counselor?"

"I think something's going on with a guy. An older guy."

"Can you explain that?"

"Used to be she said she was going to graduate from college before she got serious with a guy. Said she wasn't going to let anyone slow her down, or stop her from bein' whatever she wants to be, which is fine by me. She thinks guys in high school're dumb, anyway. But now she's talking like 'having a partner could make life so much better' kind of stuff." The mother mocked the daughter's tone.

"What did she mean by that?"

"Hell if I know."

"Did you ask her?"

"Yeah. She said, 'It's obvious.'" More of the mocking tone. "And there's no guy in high school who's gonna be talking that way. Not puttin' thoughts like that into her head."

I wasn't as sure of that.

"Then last week I found a condom in her purse," Lori Winston continued. "She said they gave 'em away free at school last year and she keeps it for safety purposes. 'Like what?' I asked. Like if she gets raped, she's going to pull it out?"

"Do you think she's sexually active?"

"God, I hope not. She's only fourteen and I know that's not the way to go. I've told her. Over and over. And used to be she listened. But I don't know about her anymore. That's why I'm calling you. Other than this, Mags is the greatest kid ever."

"Has she ever had a boyfriend, that you know of?"

"No. She's always said boys are dumb. Now she's saying boys aren't worth talkin' to till they're grown-up and past some hormone something-or-other—and that's what scares me the most. She's dressing different. Paying more attention to her looks. When I ask her if she's seein' someone, she says, 'Course not.' But I don't believe her. There's a man in my daughter's life. A man. Not a boy. A mother knows these things."

I wished I could believe the woman was wrong. But at this point, I couldn't disagree with her that a liaison with an older man was possible.

"Has she ever been in trouble with the police?" I thought of my high school friend, Samantha Jones, who was now a Fort County deputy. She might know if Maggie Winston was hanging out with a bad crowd.

"Of course not. Like I said, she's a good girl, Dr. Chapman. She's never given me a bit of worry until now, except for maybe that she's too sweet. People use her, always asking for help and she never says no. She'd be real easy for some guy to take advantage of, if you know what I mean."

"I'll be happy to see her if you think she'll talk to me."

"She will if I tell her to. When?"

"Any day this week. I can stay late if I need to."

We set a time for the next afternoon. And I hung up. A psychologist's life is often difficult, but never more so than when you're dealing with a child.

The man inside the elegant whitewashed home was armed and dangerous. He'd already killed his wife. Sa-mantha had been the one to find her body on the back porch. The dead woman still had a cell phone clutched in her hand, her call to 9-1-1 showing on the screen.

Now, crouched against the cement foundation, Sam held her department-issue cell phone to her ear while three other deputies surrounded the house. They'd secured the area. And called for the county's hostage team, such as it was. But out here, what they had was pretty much what they had. Ben Chase and Todd Williams had a little more training than the rest of them; that was it.

And Williams, the dickhead, was on his honeymoon. Who'd have thought her old partner would've gone and got married right when she needed him most?

"Answer, dammit," she whispered through gritted teeth, listening to the monotony of ringing that she'd been hearing on and off for the past five minutes.

"Hello."

She almost dropped her phone. "Mr. Holmes?"

"Get them guys outta my yard or I'll blow my head off."

"We're here to help you, Mr. Holmes. We've seen your wife. She's hurt. We have to get her to a hospital." Was lying to a hostage against the rules? Samantha couldn't remember. "We need you to put down your gun and come out, and we'll do everything we can to help you."

It was so dark out here, she couldn't be sure if there was some animal moving in the brush—a cat, maybe— or if she was just seeing shadows.

"You got money to pay my mortgage?" Holmes shouted in her ear, following the question with obscenities. "You gonna get my truck back for me?"

"There are programs to help you with all that, Mr. Holmes. But we can't do anything if you stay inside with that gun."

"You can't do anything, anyway." The man's voice had dropped so low she could hardly hear him. "I killed my wife. You think I don't know that? I killed her."

When she heard the distinctive and unmistakable sound of a .410, followed by breaking glass falling on pavement, she prayed that her fellow officers hadn't been anywhere within range.

"Mr. Holmes? Are you okay? Mr. Holmes!"

"I told you to get those guys outta here."

"Mr. Holmes." Samantha put every bit of nurturing she could find into those two words. "Please put the gun down now, so we can help you."

Another shot sounded, and Samantha didn't need a phone to her ear to know the man had just blown off his own head.

Kyle Evans liked the country.

Sitting outside at night, unwinding from a long day of farming, communing with the stars and the air that told him what the next day would bring, was heaven compared to living in a city where he'd be surrounded by people even if he lived alone.

Not that he lived alone. Or had ever lived in a city. Or even a small town.

No, Kyle was a farm boy from his head to his toes. Chandler, with all its busybodies and people milling around, the traffic, the fast-food places—that were now staying open twenty-four hours, for godsake—tore at his nerves.

Late on the first Monday night in August he was sitting out back, a few cold beers for company. He sat in a pine rocker he'd built himself across from the other pine rocker he'd built himself, under the hundred-year-old maple tree. His grandpa had set him in the lower branches of that tree before he could walk.

He'd been climbing it by the time he was four. Shimmying up it, hugging the bark so tight with his arms and knees that he'd damned near skinned them. But a few scrapes and bark burns were worth the view from the top. He could see the entire farm from there. Could see his daddy fifty acres away, if there were no leaves on the trees and his old man was on the big tractor.

He could see the cows in the farthest pasture.

He'd once saved a foal from up in that tree. He'd seen a fox coming over the hill toward the horse pasture and had hollered for his grandpa, who took Kyle and the .22 out in the truck, shooting the fox from thirty yards away, right before it lit into the new foal.

The carcass had hung in his father's office until after Kyle graduated from high school. It was in the barn someplace now.

He'd downed his second beer, was considering whether to go into the house for a third or just call it a night, when he saw lights in his drive. Since it was a long drive, he had plenty of notice when someone came to visit. At night, anyway.

His decision made because he recognized his visitor, Kyle went in for the beer. He took a moment to make sure his grandfather was still tucked into bed, asleep, which was how the confused ninety-two-year-old spent most of his time. Then he brought out the rest of the six-pack. There was only one person who'd have the audacity to interrupt his peace this late at night.

And only one person who drove up the gravel drive like a bat out of hell. An officer of the law ought to know better.

It's private property—I'm allowed to drive fast, Sam always said when he bothered to call her on it.

One look at her face tonight as she stepped out of her reconditioned '77 Mustang, and Kyle knew he wasn't going to call her on anything.

Normally he hated the sight of her in the manly beige slacks, shirt and tie that made up her Fort County deputy uniform.

Not because of the manliness, but because of what they represented. The job. The danger. Her obsession.

Tonight, he hardly noticed her apparel.

Beer first and then talk, he'd learned when she had that wild look in those familiar blue eyes. The look that asked him if she was insane. Or the world was.

The look that told him she'd been seeing something really ugly while he was staring at the stars.

She grabbed the beer he handed her and sat down without a hello. Lying back in the handmade pine chair she used so much he thought of it as hers, she downed half the beer.

"How's Grandpa?" she finally asked.

"Better today. The swelling in his legs went down and he made it to the table for all three meals. Bitched at me for burning the toast, too." He grinned.

"Did he know who you were?"

"I'm not sure. I was either me or my dad. He knew he was with family. I'm good with that." It was when the grandfather he'd grown up with as a second parent thought Kyle was a stranger that he struggled.

"Where's Zodiac?"

"In the barn. Lillie's ready to foal." And the German shepherd would alert him if there was a problem that required his attention before morning.

"You need to hire yourself a hand."

He held up the two he had, beer bottle included. "I've got all I need."

"Your father had two men, plus you and your grandpa, helping him."

"He had twice the land to work and the money to pay wages. I've got help coming for harvest. I can do the rest myself."

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  • Posted October 4, 2010

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    The Second LIe is the second of four novels in The Chapman Files series

    Chandler Ohio is the all American small town where everyone knows their neighbor and kids don't need to worry about the terrors of big city crime, someone just forgot to mention that to the criminals because there's big city type trouble with a capital M for Meth and Chandler has been loosing too many citizens because of it. In the mean time Kelly Chapman the psychologist/expert witness we met in The First Wife has alerted deputy Samantha Jones a life long friend to a possible sexual predator in their midsts and as Sam and Kelly try to get to the bottom of this case they open up a Pandora's Box of trouble. Sam is fighting demons of her own between living up to her families reputation of what being a cop means as well as her strange relationship with former fiancé Kyle Evans. The question is what will she find when she get's to "The Second Lie".
    Ms. Quinn get's right down to business in this her second of four novels in her Chapman Files series with a hard edged and very real plot about a very real crisis small town and large city America is going through with the Meth epidemic. She brings us this with a dialogue that gets to the point without any excess and yet brings her story to life with descriptive narrative that puts her reading audience right there, a fly on the wall with her characters. Speaking of her characters they are outstanding in portraying their roles and each one is extremely important to the telling of the tale and you will find yourself impatient to turn pages to see what happens next. Her heroine Sam and hero Kyle are very deserving of their titles and even more deserving of their Happy Ever After. Will they get it, you'll have to read to find out. The romance is saucy and the love scenes are sensual and any lover of romantic suspense will definitely get their money's worth with this one.
    So if you're the type who loves conflict with your romance, loves a non-stop action crime story with your romance or just loves a great romantic suspense read, go no farther than "The Second Lie". Even though this is part of a series it could easily be read as a stand-a-lone. Be sure and be on the lookout for "The Third Secret" due out November 1, 2010 and "The Forth Victim" due out December 1, 2010 to round out the Chapman Files series.

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  • Posted September 6, 2010

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    The Second Lie is a fast-paced thriller

    In Chandler, Ohio, Chandler High School Counselor Jim Lockhart recommends to parent Lori Winston that she make an appointment for her daughter fourteen year old Maggie with psychologist Dr. Kelly Chapman. Lori clarifies she cannot pay, but when it comes to kids Kelly does pro bono work as long as she has fresh pencils to chew on. The single mom further explains that she fears her daughter is seeing a much older man and now carries a condom. Kelly agrees to chat with Maggie.

    At the same time, Fort County Deputy Samantha Jones fears she suffers from post traumatic stress disorder after working the Holmes murder-suicide case, which is related to the economic recession and illegal drugs. She visits her former fiancé Kyle Evans whose family farm is in financial trouble. However, Sam has little time to recover as she fears an illegal meth lab has been set up in town. Sam considers seeing Kelly for counseling, but when a seller is busted, she knows her duty comes first.

    The Second Lie is a fast-paced thriller that looks deeply at crime in a small-town setting; as Tara Taylor Quinn makes a strong case that murder-suicide and meth manufacturing and selling can occur anywhere. The romance between the deputy and the farmer remains for the most part in the background as the drug case comes first. Although the transitions between lead roles mostly shared by the two women and somewhat Kyle feels abrupt as the changes happen in rapid fire procession, readers will enjoy this entertaining Midwestern drama.

    Harriet Klausner

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