Sharp-witted Liv Bergen can't avoid becoming embroiled in murders, it seems. Her family's hometown of Sturgis, South Dakota, is quickly becoming the Sodom of the Black Hills during the dog days of summer as it hosts the infamous rally of grizzled hard-core motorcycle bikers—half a million of them. Crime comes too close for comfort when Liv must solve the mystery of a beautiful young townie to clear her brother's name.
Liv witnesses the vile death of another young woman, and during her investigation of both crimes she attracts the uninvited attentions of the menacing leader of Lucifer's Lot—the baddest of the bad biker gangs. Her quick wit and pragmatic thinking are all that stands between her and certain elimination.
FBI agent Streeter Pierce is back on the trail, working undercover to find the murderer and a shadow criminal called the Crooked Man. When he and Liv cross paths, sparks are flying, literally.
Fans of the amateur sleuth's adventures will find this second book in the Liv Bergen series—the sequel to In the Belly of Jonah—an even deeper mystery, with greater consequences for their heroine.
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"CAN YOU STAY?" HE asked her.
"Jens is picking me up at eight," Michelle explained.
"Forget about him. I'll give you a ride home," Roy offered.
"I'm tired," she protested, tilting her head from side to side to stretch her weary neck and shoulders. "Not that I don't appreciate what you're doing for me, Roy, letting me work extra hours so I can afford to pay off the last of my college loans, and I only have —"
"Two weeks left before graduation," he interrupted. "I know, I know. You've always wanted to be a doctor and you're one step closer. It's great that you're following your dream."
"My dream right now is to go home and get some sleep. You have me scheduled to be back here at six o'clock tomorrow morning. Or did you forget?"
"I never forget," he said, staring at her through his glasses. "You punched in at exactly five fifty-eight, two minutes ahead of time. You probably arrived at five forty-five, drank your first cup of coffee, and put your lunch in the employee break room refrigerator."
She glanced sideways at him and said, "Okay, that's weird, Roy."
It was as if he hadn't heard her. "You took your morning break at nine ten until nine twenty, shorting yourself five minutes."
Ever since they'd first met in high school, Michelle had known he was a bit off. She had felt sorry for him and he'd had a crush on her. Maybe that's why they became quick friends. Somewhere in the back of her mind she wondered if he'd ever truly outgrown that schoolboy crush. But after almost fifteen years of deflecting his advances, she hoped he had moved on and was only an attentive friend. His account of her every move didn't give her confidence in that assumption.
"You took a lunch break from eleven thirty-five to noon, again shorting yourself five minutes. You ate your lunch while reading a book, probably a mystery," Roy recited mechanically, handing can after can of fruits and vegetables to Michelle to shelve.
"Stop!" Michelle felt her breath catch as she realized Roy Barker was not kidding.
Her mind flashed to all the times in recent months when she and Jens had seen Roy around town when they went out. He just happened by their table at the Millstone, hinting that he should join them for brunch. And they caught a glimpse of him at Canyon Lake Park when they were feeding the ducks, as though he'd stood watching them before he jogged away on the bike path. Maybe Jens had been right about Roy's obsession with her, Michelle thought.
"You took a ten-minute afternoon break at four fifteen and haven't taken a break since. You expertly averted the advances of that wannabe biker dude shortly after, even though he was putting a full-court press on you to become his lady."
"His lady?" Michelle shot back, disturbed that his creepy mania was spiraling out of control. "Roy, what are you talking about?"
Just as her mind raced to find an excuse to end this conversation, Michelle saw Roy's eyes narrow as he stared past her shoulder and down the aisle. She turned slowly to see what had distracted him from his bizarre fixation on the minutiae of her life.
Three bikers were walking toward them. These were motorcycle club bikers, the real deal, the kind who were known for illegal activities like selling drugs. The outlaw bikers who often started trouble — mostly with other such bikers, but trouble nonetheless. The police watched them closely during the rally; authorities by the hundreds were flown in from all over the country for the week. And because Jens had pointed it out to her last year, Michelle knew what it meant to be flying colors, and that the authorities generally prohibited it during the rally to help prevent knife fights and shootings. These three bikers, however, were most definitely flying their colors.
The well-worn black leather jackets were decorated with patches and badges, and the skinny biker on the right was wearing a red and silver skullcap with the Lucifer's Lot logo stitched neatly across the front. The scary-looking guy in the middle was staring directly at her.
The Lucifer's Lot was one of the motorcycle gangs that were banned now and again from crossing South Dakota state lines because of the trouble they caused with the Inferno Force. Michelle had read about them in the newspapers years ago and tried to recall niggling details about a gunfight or ambush that involved the two gangs near Stockade Lake in Custer State Park. A drug deal gone wrong or something.
Roy stepped between Michelle and the men to shield her while she scuttled to her feet. Watching Roy draw in air to inflate his chest, Michelle thought he looked more like a puffer fish than the friend she'd known for so long and wondered why she had been loyal to him all these years.
She barely recognized his tone when he barked, "What do you want?"
The scary biker in the middle, who wore a black-and-gray ponytail and a black mustache, ignored Roy's question, never taking his eyes off Michelle. With a velvet Trace Adkins voice, he said, "Excuse me, ma'am. Can you help us find a few things?"
"Sure," Michelle said, relieved by the interruption. She definitely preferred a hardcore biker's attentions to Roy's disturbing interest in her at that moment.
"Michelle, no," Roy said, grabbing her elbow as she stepped around him.
The two bikers flanking the ominous one growled like two guard dogs. Michelle turned to Roy, removing his hand from her arm, and whispered, "It's okay. Really. They just want a little help finding things."
Michelle turned toward the bikers. "The customer's always right, Roy."
"My name's Mully," the biker said, cutting his eyes at Roy and walking alongside Michelle down the aisle, the two other bikers falling in behind them. She could almost feel Roy's glare burning a hole through her as she turned the corner with the strangers. She imagined his disappointment that she didn't wither or faint from the fear of it all, allowing him to protect her as the hero he was meant to be.
Lord, he was getting to be so annoying. Hang in there, she told herself. Money is freedom.
"My name's Michelle. What do you need help finding?"
One of the guard dogs handed her a short list. She glanced at it: needles, thread, matches, and rubbing alcohol. Curiously, the handwriting looked more like a woman's than one of these guys'. She wondered if they planned on sewing up a buddy's knife wound or something. And was smart enough not to ask.
Michelle walked briskly toward the aisle of miscellaneous housewares with the three bikers in tow, Mully falling in step beside her once again. She scanned the shelves for the items, Mully standing so close beside her they were almost touching shoulders and arms. The other two bikers stood behind them. By the scruffy looks of them, she had imagined the three of them would stink. But the scent emanating from Mully was actually quite pleasant, suggesting a dash of decent cologne.
"Where did they relocate the Harley-Davidson dealership?" he asked.
"So, you've been here before? To Rapid City?" she replied, handing the scrawny biker his list, and pointing to the shelf where sewing items were displayed. She watched him double-check the list while one of the other bikers gathered items.
"Lots of times. The dealership moved, though. I forget where."
"It's out on the corner of Deadwood Avenue and I-90 by the Windmill Truck Stop. Hard to miss. Do you know where that is?"
Mully nodded. "I do. I take the back roads to Sturgis when I'm here, not I-90."
They had moved over to the aisle where camping items were displayed, and the two minions were off to find the matches. She hadn't noticed before, but the youngest biker had the word "Prospect" printed on the back of his jacket just below the logo. Once again, Mully stood shoulder to shoulder with her, his eyes never once straying from her face. Michelle pretended not to notice. She glanced over toward the checkout lanes and realized Roy was nowhere in sight, which made her more nervous than having this gang leader stare at her. She saw the two grab a packet of wooden matches and snatch some light fishing line while they were at it, holding it up for Mully to see. He nodded an approval.
Michelle stole a quick glance up to the manager's loft. Through the tinted window she could just detect the light inside his office shining behind Roy's silhouette. She could feel his eyes on her and a shiver skipped down her spine. Feeling safer, with Mully standing beside her, knowing what he represented, underscored her deeper concern about Roy.
The last of the items, the rubbing alcohol, was over with the first aid supplies, and Michelle led the trio to the aisle farthest from the manager's loft. Watching the young biker retrieve not one, but several bottles, Michelle knew her suspicion that a wound was involved was probably accurate. Mully watching them from beside her, she marveled at how difficult it had been for the two to decide who would carry what, squabbling like little boys on a playground. She wasn't sure why Mully's silence made her more uncomfortable than their conversation did, so she decided to break it with more small talk.
"So, are you here for the rally?"
He nodded once and said, "Starts tomorrow. Officially."
Before she knew what was happening, he had turned to face her, smiling. She felt his groomed fingernails lightly drag across her left cheek as he brushed a strand of hair from her face, and she detected the faint smell of cloves on his breath when he asked, "Want to join me?"
Michelle took a step back, pushed the loose strand of hair behind her ear, and said, "No, thanks, but I'm sure you guys will have a great time up there."
The biker turned away with a shrug. Michelle wrapped her arms around herself and glanced over her shoulder toward the loft, surprised to see Jens waiting for her, pretending to be interested in the bandages until she was finished with the customer. He gave her a wink and she stood on her tiptoes to hug his neck and said, "Hi, hon."
Michelle sensed Jens's tension, then connected it to Mully and his friends nearby.
"Jens, I was just helping some tourists find their way around the store. You should meet —"
When she turned back toward them to introduce Jens, Michelle saw Mully walking away with the other bikers without even acknowledging his arrival and without saying another word to her. She suspected Jens was reading the Lucifer's Lot rocker above the familiar gang emblem on all three jackets as they ambled toward the checkout registers. Roy Barker, heir apparent to Barker Market, came scrambling down the stairs from the manager's loft to stand guard by his checkers, paying particular attention that Michelle, his bookkeeper and favorite employee, was nowhere near them as they completed their purchase.
"How long have you been waiting?"
"Long enough to hear him ask you to go to the rally with him."
Michelle shrugged and rolled her eyes. "As if."
"You have to be more careful."
"I know, thanks for the tip. By the way, why did you bring Char?"
"I didn't —"
Char was charging down the aisle toward them, fooling no one that she was old enough to carry off the platform sandals with the short shorts that might have been described as adorable on her the previous summer and if not for her obvious attempt to appear sexier than her youth could possibly allow.
Stopping in front of Michelle, nose to nose, she fumed, "We need to talk."
"Now. Let's go for a drive."
Michelle frowned. "Wait for me in your car. I'll be out in five minutes."
Char stomped off, the bikers at the checkout lane ogling her as she walked by them and out the door.
Turning to Jens with a sigh, Michelle asked, "Rain check on dinner?"
"Sure. Come by my house later, if that's okay." After a quick kiss he headed for the front of the store.
Before she could answer, Roy stormed toward Michelle and jabbed a finger at her nose.
"What the hell were you thinking?"CHAPTER 2
JENS PULLED UP SHORT, noting Roy's tone.
"I was helping some customers," Michelle answered matter-of-factly, relieved that Jens had overheard.
"Why didn't you let me handle it, Michelle?" Spittle flew from Roy's lips. "Why did you deliberately disobey me?"
"Hey, calm down, Roy," Jens warned, approaching from behind and laying his large hand on Roy's shoulder.
Roy batted Jens's hand away and glared up at him. "Back off, Bergen. She works for me." He turned back to Michelle.
"Roy, come on. I'm your bookkeeper, not a galley slave. You said yourself I should spend more time on the floor with customers this time of year. When it's this busy people don't always pay for what they take. I thought it would be better to keep an eye on them, you know."
"That wasn't why. You treated them like honored guests. They're criminals, Michelle. The Lucifer's Lot, no less — they don't come any worse."
Unfazed by Roy's temper, Michelle shook her head and said, "Good night, Roy. See you tomorrow."
When she turned away, Roy grabbed her arm again.
Jens intervened, "Hey, hey, Roy. I said calm down."
"What's gotten into you?" Michelle wrestled quickly out of Roy's grip and checked her watch. "I have to go. Charlene's waiting for me."
Roy followed behind as she headed toward the back of the store. "The Lucifer's Lot is a dangerous motorcycle gang, Michelle. Not nice. Killing machines."
"I know, Roy. But all they wanted was a little help with their grocery shopping."
"You let him touch you."
Michelle ignored him and pushed open the swinging door that led to the cool storage and the employee break room. Roy turned and held out his hand like a traffic cop to stop Jens just outside the door marked "Employees Only." Jens shook his head in disbelief as Roy followed Michelle to the time clock.
Certain that he was alone with Michelle, Roy became a different person. His anger quickly dissipated and he almost pleaded, "How could you?"
"How could I what, Roy?" Her anger mounting, Michelle spun on her heels to find him directly behind her, too close. She felt trapped between the wall and Roy. His breath smelled of mouthwash.
"Touch you like that," he said, dragging his fingers across her cheek as Mully had.
With a shudder, she shoved at his chest, making him step back from her, and slammed her fists on her hips, hoping to snap him out of the hypnosis he seemed to have fallen under.
"What's it to you?"
Roy blinked. "He ... he's nothing more than a filthy criminal."
"Haven't you ever heard of not judging a book by its cover?" Michelle argued, grabbing her time card. "You don't know he's a criminal. And I didn't let him touch me."
Roy didn't seem to hear her. He watched as she slid the card into the time clock. She was careful not to turn her back on him.
He cleared his throat and pointed to the small pile of belongings she was gathering. "Speaking of judging books, you're reading the newest John B. McDonald. It came in last week, right?" Michelle scooped the items into her arms and said, "Not that it's any of your business."
Foolishly ignoring her indignation and warning, Roy continued. "On your ten-minute lunch break at four fifteen, you read this book in the employee lunchroom. Then you came back to work and relieved Sarah so she could take ten."
Michelle spun around and held up her hand. "Stop, Roy. Just knock it off, will you? You really are scaring me."
She studied the manager's large hands and bulked-up forearms showing from his rolled white shirtsleeves and felt a small wave of fear. But Roy looked back at her almost meekly. "I care about you. I've always cared about you. You're my friend."
She opted for being compassionate, yet truthful, by saying, "You're my friend, too, Roy, but I don't make it my business to know every move you make every minute of your day. It's creepy, like I'm being watched or something. Do you understand?" She had avoided the word "stalker" so as not to further anger him, but it was definitely the word for him.
"Creepy? That's harsh, Michelle. I want only the best for you. I know how hard you've worked to get where you are."
"You don't know the half. Sorry, Roy, but I really have to go now. Oh! Nightmare in Pink."
"Nightmare in Pink," she repeated, holding up the paperback and offering him a conciliatory smile. "That's the book I'm reading."
He stared at her and she recognized the gratitude in his expression.
Casually, she added, "And yes, it's a John D. McDonald. D as in dog, not B as in boy. And it's not a new one. It first came out in the sixties, I think; this is a new reprint."
"I'll have to read it, then." Roy's smile was unsettling. "Again."
"Again?" she said, taking a step back toward him.
"I've read everything you've read. Everything. I watch everything you do. Know everything about you."
"Roy, stop, please." She stepped backward toward the door, relieved to know Jens was nearby. But Roy's mood had changed.
"I even know your dirty little secret."
Michelle stopped dead still.(Continues…)
Excerpted from "Lot's Return to Sodom"
Copyright © 2011 Sandra Brannan.
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I enjoyed this second installment of the Liv and Streeter books. I just wish the would finally get it together
(fiction, mystery)In this second of the series, modern day miner Liv Bergen finds herself in Sturgis during the annual motorcycle rally, and is up to her neck in dead bodies. Sturgis during the rally ¿ you know there have to be really bad biker dudes, and the main ones belong to Lucifer's Lot.Although I liked In the Belly of Jonah, the first of the series, better, this book was a decent mystery. There was too much backstory in the initial dialogue, and it seemed forced. There were typos and editing mistakes that shouldn't be in a finished edition. Prostrate cancer? It was dialogue, but the speaker shouldn't have been that ignorant.And the cliches...¿hungry eyes,¿ ¿a blessing and a curse,¿ ¿fiery eyes...like hot pokers,¿ ¿smiling mischievously with her inviting lips and dancing eyes.¿ The pages of computer notes, recapping everything we had already learned, was boring.The portrayal of the bikers seemed mixed. It seemed there was contempt for the 1%ers, the baddest of the bad, but the leader, Mully, almost came across as a good guy at times. There there was disdain for the other 99%, the decent bikers, because they were poseurs.Part of the story were predictable, but there was a nice twist. I did enjoy learning about some biker culture (is that an oxymoron?). The murders were not as gruesome as in the first book, although the bikers did some really nasty, gross things.One description that made me laugh:She was at least twenty pounds too heavy to be dressing that skimpily, the skin stretching over her buttocks and thighs looking more like plastic Baggies full of hominy.This one is okay for a summer read, entertaining, not challenging, but not outstanding for its genre.
I reviewed In the Belly of Jonah by Sandra Branna earlier this year and was really looking forward to reading her second book of the series, Lot¿s Return. It was very much a let down and was not as good as the first book in this series. Once again we have Liv Bergen involved in solving the crimes; this time in the area of Sturgis SD near her family¿s mining company. Of course with Sturgis there are bikers and the annual raunchy display. The story line was all over the place and in dire need of editing for cohesiveness. The story did not flow well. There was a particular sexual assault that I think was only thrown in for shock value, but the repeated reference to the act was just unnecessary and tedious.The characters also have some problems. Although I think the character of Murley was supposed to be a creepy, slimy character, he came off as a sympathetic and almost likeable. The character of Liv witnessed a crime, photographed it and did not tell police even though someone ended up dead! It was just unbelievable. The Biblical references in both books have nothing to do with the story and these are certainly not books where the characters struggle with issues of faith. I am not sure why they are included. The ending was disappointing and unrealistic. I won¿t put a spoiler here, but let me just say that the FBI simply would not have given Liv a gift that took years of expensive development. The best part of the book was the Dedication when she told her mother that she didn¿t have to read the story.
Liv Bergan is just healing from her life threatening experience while nosing in the FBI's investigation of a serial murderer. Her 'day job' is managing a branch of her family's rock quarry. The only good memory of that experience is her blurry memory of the FBI agent who saved her life. Unfortunately she was in and out of consciousness during his visits, and has yet to really meet him. Now, her hometown of Sturgis, South Dakota is being inundated by loads of motorcycle groups who are coming to the annual motorcycle rally. Unfortunately, this event also draws a number of non-law abiding men, and their 'groupie' women who will do anything for the gang members. Liv is called home by her brother, one of her eight siblings, because his wonderful girlfriend has just been murdered, and her 14 year old 'partying' sister is missing. The local police have implied that he might be the murderer. Though the FBI have also been brought in on another local murder, things aren't going well. This second Liv Bergan mystery continues the delicious writing of Sandra Brannan.. Once again, the title and subject of her books, are made more interesting because of the connection to the Biblical story involved. Definitely not a religious story but knowing the related Biblical story adds greatly to the reader's involvement in the mystery. If you don't know the related story, you'll still find yourself deeply involved in the story line. After reading book one, I was thrilled to be able to continue onto book two. Now I'm hooked and going right to book three---Widow's Might. Looking for a new mystery? This Liv Bergan series is a terrific find!!
I received “Lot’s return to Sodom” & “Widow’s Might” as ARC’s (how lucky!) they are 2nd & 3d in the Liv Bergen mysteries. I knew the minute I saw the covers and heard the titles of the books which, by the way I LOVE and the bbb (back book blurb) that I would love this series too, and so I have! I immediately got the first book in this series “In the Belly of Jonah” read it in a day and started on the other two. All 3 are 5 star books for me, this is a new and favorite series. In Lot’s return to Sodom we again have our heroine Liv “boots”(for her steel toed boots she wears) Bergen, recovering from the De Milo killer in the first book, In The Belly of Jonah and going home to her large and loving family to recuperate and once again jumping in and not looking back to fight for her brother who has been accused of killing a pretty young townie during the Sturgis Motorcycle Rally in South Dakota (yet one more reason to love this book!) which is Liv’s hometown Liv and her new “friend” but who saved her life in the first book, agent Streeter pierce, who she has not actually met yet of the FBI and both get caught up in evil murdering men hanging around the motorcycle rally. I really wanted a different ending for Liv with the Lucifer’s lot leader Mully who I really liked and I thought maybe….not romance but, maybe he could have helped save her in one or two instances and maybe be brought back in another book, you know the evil biker dude with the heart of gold? I love that Liv is a tough girl who can take care of herself and that she comes from a big loving family who have a family mining business as does the author herself. Again, I love all 3 of the books I have read so far and am looking forward to the 4th in the series Noah’s Rainy Day
I get so sick of women either displayed as insipid male controlled lobotomys or as heartless angry maniacs. Liv is sharp. The author likes her own gender and thus depicts her as a sharp and interesting character. There are a couple of inconsistancies. But otherwise. Great book.
Loved the book! Smart, literate and well paced. Read the previous book in the series too- worth every penny. Inventive killers and great details.
First chapter. Even thogh i trid to give the author a second chance it was disappointing. It would get 0 stars if i could.