Truth or Lies (Silhouette Intimate Moments #1238)

Truth or Lies (Silhouette Intimate Moments #1238)

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by Kylie Brant

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Dr. Shae O'Reilly followed the rules--but Cade Tremaine caused her to break them. With a criminal father and a brother in jail, she knew the last man she should ever get involved with was a cop. Especially one who didn't know her past. But when an injured--and then escaped--drug dealer decided Shae was his angel of mercy, she found herself getting very close to the


Dr. Shae O'Reilly followed the rules--but Cade Tremaine caused her to break them. With a criminal father and a brother in jail, she knew the last man she should ever get involved with was a cop. Especially one who didn't know her past. But when an injured--and then escaped--drug dealer decided Shae was his angel of mercy, she found herself getting very close to the charming detective.

Cade couldn't help but be intrigued by the sassy, independent and sexy-as-hell doctor. She held the key to finding a cop killer--but would he risk her life to catch his man? Or would this be the time he caught--and kept--the woman?

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Truth Or Lies

By Kylie Brant

Harlequin Enterprises Ltd.

Copyright © 2003 Harlequin Enterprises Ltd.
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0373273088

Chapter One

The dim spill of light from the nearby street lamp barely disturbed the oppressive shadows deep in New Orleans's City Park. Even the glow of the night's half moon couldn't penetrate the thick canopy of trees. Darkness held untold fears for some, but for others it provided a much-needed cover. Some business was best conducted far from the light of day.

"He's late." Detective Cade Tremaine checked his watch. "I thought you said he was dependable."

"Freddie's reliable as long as he hasn't been shooting up or snorting." Brian Hollister, Cade's partner, shrugged.

"If he's using again, I can't vouch for him."

Scanning the area, Cade said, "We'll give him a couple minutes." He wasn't thrilled with the idea of losing any more sleep. But the snitch represented a chance for a lead in a case that had been damn short of clues lately. And catching the dealer responsible for at least three deaths from overdoses was well worth the inconvenience.

He heard footsteps moments before a figure stepped out of the shadows. "Is that him?"

"Yeah." Hollister straightened, waited for the man to get closer. "You must have us confused with one of your junkie bitches, Freddie. We don't much like being kept waiting." The words were accompanied by a slap alongside the man's head.

Freddie flinched away. "Stuff came up, Hollister. You know how it goes."

Cade shoved the snitch under the street lamp, noted the pinpoint pupils, the glassy stare. "He's high," he said with disgust. Releasing the man's filthy shirt, he turned to his partner. "Let's go. We're wasting our time."

"No, hold on," the snitch said hastily. "You wanted information and I have some for ya." He gave a look around as if they were in danger of being overheard and lowered his voice. "That guy you're investigating? The one who's putting pure stuff on the streets? I can get you in contact with someone who knows him."

"Then start talking, Freddie, 'cause we're ready to walk," Hollister said impatiently.

"Okay, okay." The man turned to the side, dug in his pocket. "I got his name written right here on this napkin. Not the dealer, but the guy I told ya about. I can tell ya where he hangs out, too."

He'd finally managed to get Cade's attention. Not that he was ready to believe a hopped-up junkie, but a name would give them a contact they didn't have right now. Hollister stepped forward to snatch the creased napkin from Freddie, and while he unfolded it, Cade moved closer.

In the next moment, however, Freddie was backpedaling furiously, the words tumbling from his mouth. "Got you what you wanted, didn't I? So pay up, guys, pay up."

At first Cade thought the words were directed at them. Then he saw the glint of metal. "Gun!" Reacting instinctively, he reached for his own weapon. He'd barely cleared it from his holster when the first bullet hit him in the chest, the impact sending him stumbling backward. He squeezed off a couple of shots before the next two slugs hit him, knocked him to the ground.

After the first searing jolt there was no pain, only a cold numbness that seemed to spread from one internal organ to the next, shutting down physical functions. Distantly Cade was aware of more shots being fired, shouting, but he couldn't move. Couldn't feel. He could only lie on the sidewalk, cheek pressed to its gritty surface. It took every ounce of his rapidly draining energy to drag his eyes open. He saw the stream of blood eddying out from him to join an everwidening pool. Saw his partner's body crumpled in a heap next to his.

Cade didn't see his life flash before his eyes. Didn't see a powerful white light that drew him deeper into its center. Death was a yawning black hole that sucked the life from his body bit by bit until there was finally only darkness.

Then there was nothing at all.

Two months later

"Gunshot wound to the abdomen. Blood pressure is one-ten and dropping. His name is Jon LeFrenz." The paramedics helped transfer the moaning patient from the ambulance cot to an emergency-room cart. They ran alongside as the Charity Hospital E.R. employees rolled it through East Hall to triage.

"Room four is open," Dr. Shae O'Riley said to her colleagues. Then she addressed the closest paramedic.

"How're his sounds?"

"Lungs are clear. But we had trouble stopping the bleeding. That's the third pressure dressing. We already gave him a unit of O negative. He's lucid and responsive."

Nodding, she said, "Okay, thanks." She left the ambulance crew behind as the cart was rolled into the tiny trauma cubicle. The area was jammed with people and equipment. Drawing the curtain to separate the area into two separate compartments left barely enough room to move. "Okay, Jenna, type him and get a couple of units of blood ready." The lab tech nodded, reached for the patient's hand.

Shae looked up, saw the lines the ambulance crew had put in to replace fluids. Both IV bags were nearly empty. "Let's get another couple of bags in him. How's his blood pressure doing?"

The emergency room RN looked at the screen. "One hundred over sixty."

Not dangerously low yet, but dropping. "Roll him to his side." Shae leaned in and lifted the dressing used to staunch the bleeding on the abdomen. The bullet had torn through the flesh, leaving a relatively small entry. She looked up at Boyd DuBois, the emergency-room resident. "Is there an exit?"

He lifted the dressing on the man's back and nodded. Shae moved around the cart and looked at the angry gaping hole, which was oozing sullenly. "Wessels and Lyndstrom still on duty in surgery?"

DuBois checked his watch. "I think so."

Shae looked at the triage nurse next to her. "Could you give them another call, get someone down here for a consult?"


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Meet the Author

The mother of five children, Kylie Brant claims she began writing to save her sanity. Plotting stories became her method of escape from the reality of constant ball games, chauffeuring kids, and refereeing "minor" disagreements between her perfect offspring.

In 1992 she was elated to get a call from Silhouette offering to buy her second novel. Home with laryngitis at the time, she still managed to croak out agreement, and her career was born. A few months later she went on to sell Rancher's Choice, the first manuscript she'd written.

Kylie is married to her high school sweetheart, and they make their home in Iowa. She insists that all her heroes are based on her husband of 23 years because he possesses that most heroic of make qualitiesÿ-- ironing skills. Those abilities come in handy, as she juggles a full time teaching job with writing and a family.

Doing things the easy way has never held much appeal for this multi award-winning author. She graduated with high honors from the University of Northern Iowa. A graduation photo shows her in cap and gown holding her two sons, one aged 16 months and the other three weeks. She went on to obtain a teaching job working with learning-disabled children while completing her master's degree at night and during summers.

"There was a time in my life when I could imagine myself as a life-long student," she recalls. "I actually toyed with the idea of pursuing a doctorate. But instead, my life took a spin and I ended up writing romances. I've never regretted it!" Her family has since been completed by the birth of another son and a set of twins, a boy and a girl.

Kylie's books are regularly featured on bestseller lists such as Waldenbooks and B. Dalton Bookseller. With over a million copies of books in print, her novels have been distributed in 20 countries and released in seven languages.

Family and friends are the main focus of Kylie's life. When she isn't writing or teaching, she enjoys reading and flower gardening. She loves traveling, preferring beach, ocean, and room service. Readers may write her at: P.O. Box 231, Charles City, IA 50616.

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