The Shoeless Kid

The Shoeless Kid

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by Marcelle Dube
     
 

Kate Williams figures her new job as a small-town police chief will be a welcome change of pace. She's unprepared for the deep internal rivalries that are tearing the department apart. Then there's the case of a maybe-kidnapped six-year-old. She's tempted to write off the homeless man who walks into her police station with nothing more than a crazy story and a

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Kate Williams figures her new job as a small-town police chief will be a welcome change of pace. She's unprepared for the deep internal rivalries that are tearing the department apart. Then there's the case of a maybe-kidnapped six-year-old. She's tempted to write off the homeless man who walks into her police station with nothing more than a crazy story and a kid's high-top sneaker, but then a child actually does go missing.

It turns out his name is Josh Hollister and no one has seen him. Now Kate must investigate his disappearanceandtransform a station full of resentful police officers into a strong, cohesive unit. When Josh's mother disappears, too, Kate is determined to find a way to work with her team. Will they put the pieces of the puzzle together in time to save Josh?

70,000 words

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781426891625
Publisher:
Carina Press
Publication date:
05/16/2011
Sold by:
HARLEQUIN
Format:
NOOK Book
Sales rank:
588,719
File size:
332 KB

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The shoe appeared on her desk, gently deposited on top of the pile of occurrence reports from the last week.

It was a kid's high-top—left foot—and it was red and grubby, but not worn.

Kate automatically picked it up, more to keep it from dirtying her paperwork than out of curiosity. It was damp. On the inside of the tongue, in red marker, was written "Josh H." She flipped the shoe over to look at the underside. A size four. It would fit a…what? A four- or five-year-old?

Bobby MacAllister's age.

She slowly looked up. Marco Trepalli, youngest and newest member of the Mendenhall police force—and too handsome for his own good—smiled down at her. The morning sun gilded his tanned cheek and added a twinkle to his eye. Kate stifled a sigh. Marco had the makings of a good cop, if he ever learned to get over himself.

Whatever he'd been planning to say, he obviously thought better of it when he saw her raised eyebrow. The smile left his face. "Guy just brought this in," he said seriously. "Wants to talk to you."

"Where is Deputy Chief McKell?" She was surprised Trepalli hadn't taken it to the DC first. In the two months since becoming chief of police for Mendenhall, she'd learned that nobody passed wind in this station without checking with McKell first.

"He had a meeting with his lawyer at ten o'clock."

Ah yes. Divorce number three for the good DC.

"Constable Trepalli," said Kate, sitting back in her ergonomically designed chair, the one she had brought from home to save her aching back. "I'm sure there's a good reason you put a wet shoe on my nice clean desk, although it can't be because you don't know how to take a statement. I know for a fact they covered witness statements at the academy."

Trepalli blushed and Kate suddenly felt like a turd. He was so young. Still, he had to learn to deal with the incidents that crossed the duty desk. This was Mendenhall, Manitoba, population 16,334, most of whom were farmers or connected to farming. It wasn't east side Vancouver. If he couldn't handle the run-of-the-mill stuff that came in on a Thursday morning, what would he do on a Saturday night shift?

Use some judgment, for Pete's sake.

"Yes, Chief." He turned away and Kate went back to her to-do list.

Work had piled up alarmingly in the four days she'd been in Vancouver for the Policing in Rural Communities conference. And McKell, true to form, hadn't done any of it, even though he was in charge during her absence.

She realized she was still holding the shoe.

Bobby MacAllister had been just shy of his sixth birthday. He would have been thirty-three, if he'd lived.

"Trepalli."

He stopped just outside the door and turned to look at her.

"The shoe."

With a nod, he walked back to her littered desk and took the shoe from her.

Dirty but not worn. The kid who belonged in that shoe hadn't been in it long enough to wear it out.

"What's so special about the guy with the shoe?"

Meet the Author

Marcelle Dubé grew up near Montreal. After trying out a number of different provinces—not to mention Belgium—she settled in the Yukon, where the carnivores almost outnumber the people. Undaunted, she started her family and now has two beautiful daughters. Along the way, she spent a few years in Manitoba, where she fell in love with its people and endless skies. Her short fiction has appeared in a number of magazines and anthologies, including the award-winningPolaris: A Celebration of Polar Science.Her previous novel,On Her Trail,was published by Carina Press in 2010. Learn more about her at marcelledube.com.

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The Shoeless Kid 5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 1 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Didn't want to put it down. I thought it was very well done and look forward to reading more from this author.