B.J. Daniels is the go to author for cowboys and suspense!
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by B.J. Daniels
Available May 25
Blurb:
He’s back at Cardwell Ranch
to find a killer.
Ford Cardwell is shocked when his college crush calls him out of the blueโeven more so when he hears a gunshot. But when he joins forces with medical examiner Henrietta “Hitch” Rogers, she makes him wonder if the random call was a setupโnot a murder. Together, they’ll need to discover the truth, but looking into the case will put them in the sights of a killer.
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Excerpt:
Ford shifted into Park and, hands shaking, pulled out his still-ringing phone. As he did, he had a stray thought. How rare it used to be to get cell phone coverage here in the Gallatin Canyon, of all places. Only a few years ago the call wouldnโt have gone through.
Without checking to see who was calling, he answered it, his hand shaking as he did. Heโd come so close to going over the cliff. Until the call had saved him.
โHello?โ He could hear noises in the background. โHello?โ He let out a bitter chuckle. A robocall had saved him at the last moment? he thought.
But his laughter died as he heard a bloodcurdling scream coming from his phone. โHello?โ he yelled. โWho is this?โ The scream was followed by a womanโs desperate pleas.
โNo, please, donโt hurt me anymore.โ Another scream and the sound of breaking glass.
โHello?โ He was yelling, frantic, having no idea who was on the other end of the callโjust that she was in trouble. Had the woman meant to call 9ll? Maybe it was a pocket dial and she hadnโt meant to call anyoneโlet alone a stranger.
โTell me where you are!โ he yelled into the phone, but his voice was drowned out by another scream, this one filled with pure terrorโand pain. He knew both too well.
The sound of something hard hitting soft flesh was followed by a choking sound. Choking on blood? The woman was being attacked. By an intruder? Or someone she knew? Heโd never felt more helpless as he listened to more breaking glass and the womanโs screams.
โNo! Please, Humphrey, youโre going to kill me! Please. Stay back. Donโt make meโฆโ The gunshot sounded deafeningโeven on the phone. Then there was no sound at all coming from his cell.
Ford stared down at the phone in his hand, shock shuddering through him. The woman on the other end of the line had called the man Humphrey. His already pounding heart thumped against his ribs, making his chest ache. It couldnโt be. He stared at the name that had come up on his phone. No. He tried to call the number back. It went straight to voice mail. Someone must have found the phone and shut it off. Or declined the call.
His heart was pounding. For a moment, he was too stunned to move, almost to breathe, at what heโd just heard, what heโd been unable to stop. Rachel. The call was from his former college roommateโs wife, Rachel Westlakeโnow Mrs. Humphrey Collinwood.
Heโd only recently added her number to his contact list after sheโd sent him a friend request on social media and theyโd exchanged cell phone numbers.
His pulse pounded so loud that he couldnโt hear himself think. Fumbling in his fear and panic, he hit 911.ย
It couldnโt be true. He knew Humphrey. Theyโd been roommates most of their time in college. His former friend wouldnโt hurt anyone. Humphrey idolized Rachel. But from what heโd heard on the callโฆ
Outside the pickup, the wind howled in the pines. A gust blew dirt over the cliff and into the abyss, reminding him how close heโd come to making that same descent. The only thing that had stopped him was the phone call. Or would he have hit the brakes on his own? He would never know.
The 911 operator came on the line. โWhat is the nature of your emergency?โ
โI think I just heard someone being attacked and possibly killed on what I suspect was a pocket dial.โ His voice broke. โHer name is Rachel Westlake. Sorry, itโs Collinwood now.โ He listened as the dispatcher asked him a question. โNo, I donโt know where she lives exactly. A ranch north of Big Timber. Thatโs all I know. We only recently reconnected. Thatโs how she had my number. Please, you have to find her. She might still beโฆalive.โ
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Author Info:
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author B.J. Daniels lives in Montana with her husband, Parker, and three springer spaniels. When not writing, she quilts, boats and plays tennis. Contact her at http://www.bjdaniels.com or on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/pages/BJ-Daniels/127936587217837 or on twitter at bjdanielsauthor.
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