Lethal Target

Lethal Target

by Janice Cantore

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Overview

Police Chief Tess O’Rourke thought she’d taken care of her small town’s drug problem last year. But now Rogue’s Hollow residents are up in arms over a contentious vote on legalizing the sale of marijuana within city limits. And when an eighteen-year-old is found dead of a possible overdose, Tess wonders if the local pot farms might be involved and begins to fear that a new, deadlier drug supply chain has cropped up. As tempers flare and emotions boil over, Tess faces the possibility of losing the town’s support.

With her relationship to Sergeant Steve Logan on shaky ground, Tess could really use a friend, and she feels drawn to Pastor Oliver Macpherson’s quiet presence. But the anger she holds over her father’s death prevents her from embracing his faith and finding peace.

Battling storms within and without, Tess is shocked when a familiar face from her past shows up in town to stir up more trouble. And his threats against Tess may prove lethal.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781496423740
Publisher: Tyndale House Publishers
Publication date: 10/09/2018
Series: Line of Duty Series , #2
Pages: 416
Sales rank: 216,631
Product dimensions: 5.40(w) x 8.20(h) x 1.10(d)

About the Author

Janice Cantore writes suspense novels that are designed to keep fans engrossed and leave them inspired. A former police officer of twenty-two years, she has worked a variety of assignments, including patrol, administration, juvenile investigations, and training. She now lives in a small town in southern Oregon, where she enjoys exploring the forests, rivers, and lakes with her Labrador retrievers, Abbie and Tilly.

Alice Anne English is an audiobook narrator who has two decades of experience acting in operettas, musicals, Shakespeare, modern classics, and contemporary plays in both New York City and Washington, DC.

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CHAPTER 1

The dream was always so vivid to Tess. The sound of a struggle, the screams of fear and anger, then the sharp report of a gunshot — they were all completely real. It was as if she'd been there, but of course she hadn't. The fake echo of sounds didn't wake her up. Even in her sleep, it was the blood that woke her, the thud of a body hitting the pavement and the spatter of blood all over the sidewalk.

Tess's eyes shot open. She sucked in a shuddering breath as the nightmare faded. Feeling sticky with sweat, she sat up and threw the blanket off. She knew it would be no use to try to go back to sleep.

She placed her feet flat on the floor and sat with her head in her hands as her heart rate settled down to normal. It had been more than a decade since the nightmare had shredded her sleep and she'd thought she was well past it. Why now?

It had started years ago, on her birthday. The nightmare smashed her sleep in some form or another for a long time after the incident that sparked it. The PD shrink had said it was a kind of PTSD that would fade with time, and it had.

Here she was in a new home, in a new place, miles away from Long Beach, years older, so much perspective behind her, and she never expected the dream to resurface.

She was wrong.

It was a little after four in the morning. Chief of Police Tess O'Rourke flipped on the lights and decided that her day would start now. She showered, scrubbing her head with shampoo, working to wash the remnants of the dream away.

There was no date on the calendar that affected Tess more than her birthday, June 1. Birthday — one day out of the year to celebrate however many years a person has been alive.

Some people hated it because they hated the thought of getting older, but aging never bothered Tess. It was something else about the day that tortured her.

Her birthday was also the anniversary of her father's murder.

He was shot and killed while on duty on her sixteenth birthday. He died on a dirty sidewalk in Long Beach. For Tess, the day was never a celebration. It was a day to get through, nothing more.

* * *

The phone rang when Tess was halfway through her first cup of coffee, studying a folder of paperwork she'd received from the DEA. Routine helped dispel the fog that came after the dream. The routine of police work was good medicine.

Caller ID told her it was Becky Jonkey, the graveyard patrol officer. Tess frowned. Becky would be EOW in a little over an hour; her call now meant something unexpected had happened. She grabbed her phone.

"O'Rourke here."

"Chief, I've got a situation. A dead teenager. Looks like a drug overdose."

Tess heard the uncertainty in her voice. "Looks like?"

"It's complicated."

"I'll be right there. Address?"

Tess wrote down the address and closed the folder she'd been studying. It was Friday morning and, because of all the hours she'd put in at work so far this week, technically her day off, but she'd learned that the chief of police was never really off duty. And she didn't mind. Police work was her life, especially on her birthday, and the lines between off shift and on shift were thoroughly blurred already.

Besides, she'd asked to be notified of any death appearing to be drug related. Drugs, specifically synthetic opiates, were the black plague of the twenty-first century. Drug overdose was becoming an all-too-common phrase. There was a growing crisis in the Rogue Valley of opiate addiction and death by opiate overdose. Officers in Medford, forty minutes away and the largest city near Rogue's Hollow, carried Narcan to deal with the issue. Tess considered whether issuing Narcan was feasible for her tiny department. Given a small-town budget, it would be difficult.

The paperwork she'd been studying concerned drugs, homemade and illegal opioids. Tess had arrested a fugitive last summer, Roger Marshall, a man who'd been smuggling drugs into Oregon from California. She and one of her officers had helped to develop the intelligence that enabled the DEA to make some big arrests. As a result, they were invited to take part in a large-scale warrant service in the early morning hours this coming Monday, led by the DEA, just over the border in Yreka, California. It was the culmination of nearly a year's worth of investigation.

But the raid wasn't until Monday. Today she had a death to investigate.

Her uniform was at the station, so she decided on jeans, a polo shirt, and her duty belt. As she dressed, Tess considered the address Becky had given her for the call, a high-priced location. She wasn't that familiar with this particular number, but it indicated to her that this wasn't some street person. The homes on Broken Wheel were the most expensive in Rogue's Hollow. Was that why it was complicated?

A passing glance at the digital clock on her mantel, one that also gave the temperature and the date, gave her pause.

It was bad enough the sun was just dawning on her birthday; now she was heading to a death. She'd never be free of the clutches of this day. It was a cool, dry morning, and Tess shivered with foreboding as she locked up her house and climbed into her patrol SUV.

(Continues…)


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