Cold Case Manhunt (Cold Case Detectives Book 7) Read online

  When her best friend goes missing...

  ...who will answer the call for justice?

  Burned by betrayal, investigator Cal Chelsey has ruled out romance. He keeps things strictly business...even when he meets intriguing new client Jaslene Chabot, who is desperate for answers about her friend. As the clock runs down, their attraction deepens as they work long hours. Cal is committed to finding the truth for Jaslene, though it may wind up deadly for them both.

  “Not all marriages fail.”

  “They say fifty percent fail, but I think that number is closer to eighty.”

  Jaslene put her forefinger on his chest. “Maybe you should try to get past your divorce.”

  Cal was about to slide his arm around her and give her a kiss she wouldn’t forget. “I am past it.”

  “No, you aren’t. You think every woman is as untrustworthy as your ex.”

  “Not every woman.” Only the ones who cheated. He left that unspoken.

  Rising up onto her toes, she said in a husky tone, “I didn’t cheat.”

  He wasn’t sure if she deliberately encouraged him or if her attraction led her, but he didn’t question. He just slid his arm around her waist, pulled her against him and kissed her.

  He felt her stiffen and heard her sharp indrawn breath. But if she felt the same fire as him, she’d go with him on this expedition. Sure enough, she relaxed against him and moved her lips with his.

  * * *

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  Dear Reader,

  Falling for a man jaded by love can be scary even in real life, but in fiction it makes for great conflict. Nobody wants to get hurt and a wall of protection around a man’s heart can be a challenge to break through. Jaslene breaks through Cal’s with finesse in Cold Case Manhunt. She’s the determined friend of a missing woman who is thrown together with the detective helping her solve the case.

  I enjoyed writing this book so much because the winning over of hearts was fueled by an intense search for a killer. I hope you share the wonder.

  Jennie

  COLD CASE MANHUNT

  Jennifer Morey

  Two-time RITA® Award nominee and Golden Quill award winner Jennifer Morey writes single-title contemporary romance and page-turning romantic suspense. She has a geology degree and has managed export programs in compliance with the International Traffic in Arms Regulations (ITAR) for the aerospace industry. She lives at the foot of the Rocky Mountains in Denver, Colorado, and loves to hear from readers through her website, jennifermorey.com, or Facebook.

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  Hometown Detective

  Cold Case Manhunt

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  Colton’s Convenient Bride

  The Coltons of Red Ridge

  Colton’s Fugitive Family

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  For Mom and Dad,

  who are together in the afterlife now.

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Excerpt from Her Detective’s Secret Intent by Tara Taylor Quinn

  Chapter 1

  The soothing pendant lighting and upscale atmosphere of Pinocchio’s in Chesterville, West Virginia, didn’t cast its usual charm without Payton Everett. Sitting on a leather bistro chair with two of her other friends, Jaslene Chabot would never again joke about their Sex and the City bond. They were one woman short.

  Tatum Garvey stirred her speared olives in her martini glass. “I think it’s time to let her go,” Catherine Starr said.

  “I can’t let her go.” Jaslene missed Payton terribly and she couldn’t live with the torture of not knowing what had happened to her friend, a reporter for a local newspaper with ambitions, fiery red hair and green eyes. She loved reporting on community issues, ranging from Good Samaritans’ deeds to personal injustices.

  “I can’t, either,” Tatum said. A tall, stunning blonde, she’d started her own interior design business and had been featured in a popular home magazine. She dressed to match the part without trying. She had an eye for style. “But why haven’t the cops found her yet?”

  Payton had been missing for seven months.

  “You two do realize that Payton is dead,” Catherine said. “Right?”

  The wife of a successful insurance broker, she had two kids and was trying for a third. She wasn’t as tall as Tatum, but she had pretty dark hair and sparkling gray eyes. She had a way of stating what she thought without censor. While Jaslene took offense, she couldn’t dispute the possibility. She just didn’t want to face that yet.

  “You don’t know that for certain,” Jaslene said.

  “The detective told you the case had gone cold,” Catherine said.

  He’d called her to tell her, as if doing so would make her back off. “Yes. I’m going to go see him tomorrow.”

  “You’ve gone to see him a lot and it doesn’t seem to do any good.”

  Jaslene eyed Tatum in disgruntlement. No amount of pushing made the case move forward. She couldn’t will it to, either, which highly frustrated her. There weren’t any real leads. Payton’s car had been found at a park. Had she gone for a walk and something happened? She was not the type of person who would run off. Something had to have happened to her, something bad.

  “If there is no evidence, no detective alive can make it magically appear,” Catherine said.

  “So, you both are just going to...give up?” When both her friends didn’t respond, she grew incensed. “How do you think Payton would feel about that? Her closest friends throw up their hands and assume she’s dead and turn their backs and go on with their lives and forget all about her?”

  “That isn’t fair,” Tatum said. “We need to go on with our lives. That doesn’t mean we’ll forget about Payton. She’ll always be one of us.” She spread her hand palm up in a half circle from Jaslene to Catherine.

  “I will never give up.” Even Payton’s family had stopped looking. They waited for news from Jaslene, but they had lost hope.

  Catherine reached over and put her hand over Jaslene’s. “You were always the closest to her.”

  Jaslene slid her hand away, not understanding how Catherine and Tatum could give up so easily. She saw her friends from a different perspective. She had always thought they’d stick together. No matter what. Now that Payton was gone, that no longer applied. It was as though she had been the glue that held the four of th
em together.

  “Well.” Jaslene took out her wallet and put some cash on the table.

  “Jaslene,” Tatum protested. “We aren’t turning our backs. We have jobs and families. We can’t take a leave like you did and you have no one waiting for you at home.”

  She had taken a leave from her job as an environmental geologist and she was single, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t have done the same if she’d been in a relationship.

  Jaslene stood. “I suppose there’s no point in continuing these get-togethers.”

  “You’re being melodramatic,” Catherine said. “Of course we should keep meeting. It’s not like we aren’t still friends because Payton isn’t here anymore.”

  Jaslene leaned forward, putting her hand on the table. “I’m going to find Payton. Dead or alive.” She straightened. “You two don’t have to help.”

  “Jaslene...” Tatum protested.

  “Don’t go like this,” Catherine said.

  Jaslene turned and walked away.

  Neither Catherine nor Tatum tried to stop her. Maybe she was overreacting. But all she had to do was think of how Payton must have, or possibly still, suffered and she had no question in her mind. She would not, not ever, give up. If Payton was still alive, her friend would not want anyone to stop looking for her. And while she most likely was dead after being missing for so long, Jaslene had to know for certain. She would not quit until she did.

  She would make the police keep looking and she would push and push and push until they worked as hard as they could to find her. The police assumed she had been abducted somewhere in the park, but there had been no witnesses. No one had seen her there and no one had seen her arrive there.

  * * *

  “Chief wants to talk to you.”

  Calum Chelsey looked up to see the Chesterville chief of police’s assistant standing in front of him, with a cup of coffee.

  “What for?”

  “Didn’t say.” She turned and walked away. Alice was a prickly sort, tall and skinny with black-rimmed glasses and hair that was always in a tight, black ponytail. He’d heard she was married and had two kids and hoped she was a different person outside of work. Happier.

  He stood from his desk and walked to the chief’s office, knocking on the open door.

  Chief Moran waved him in. “I emailed you a new case.”

  Cal stopped before Moran’s desk. Great. Another case to add to his already full workload. He didn’t mind the amount of work; in fact, most of the cases would be easy to close.

  “The mayor wants it resolved as quickly as possible. You know Christopher McBride? He owns that coal-to-fuel plant south of town?”

  “I know the plant.”

  “His son was killed two nights ago. Shot after leaving a bar. I’m putting you on the case. Only work this, no others.”

  “What about the missing person case?” That was the only case that interested him. In truth, he’d been feeling under-challenged in the department.

  “I’ve reassigned it.”

  That came as a shock to Cal, and a huge disappointment. Had the chief done so because it had gone cold the week after Payton had gone missing, or was it because the request came from the mayor? “Why me?”

  “You’re the best detective I have. I know I can count on you.”

  “Why is it so important?”

  “The mayor wants it solved ASAP.”

  Cal didn’t like that. He didn’t respect anyone who put a person’s social standing ahead of crime solving, ahead of victims. “In other words, this Christopher McBride thinks he’s more important than Payton Everett and her family?”

  The chief pointed at him. “Don’t start with me.”

  “I can work the Everett case, too.” Cal turned and would have left.

  Chief Moran said, “Only the McBride case.”

  This was what he hated about working for a police department: orders. That and lack of integrity. He’d voiced his honest opinions more than once and knew he’d brushed close to getting fired. He was never fired because he was one of the departments top detectives.

  Cal slowly faced the chief. He could not back down now. “I’m not going to stop investigating the Everett case.”

  The chief stopped shuffling papers on his desk and met Cal’s eyes squarely. “What’s that I just heard?”

  “Who’d you assign the case to?”

  “Walsh.”

  Walsh didn’t have the experience to take on a case like that. “Don’t bother. I can handle both the McBride and Everett cases.”

  “This isn’t about what you can and can’t handle, Chelsey.” The chief’s voice rose with his triggered temper. “This is about what the mayor wants. Now go get to work. I’ve already told McBride you were the best man for the case. He’s waiting to talk to you in the conference room.”

  Cal didn’t move. A few days ago, he’d received an offer to join a private firm: Dark Alley Investigations. They had just opened a satellite office in Chesterville and thought that Cal would be a valuable addition. They had contacted him in the past as well, but Cal hadn’t seriously considered it until lately. This was the final nudge to push him over the fence.

  “Then you’ll have my letter of resignation by the end of the day. I’m working the Everett case.” Turning once again, he left the office with a wave of relief and the sense that this was the right thing for him.

  “Chelsey.”

  The chief went to his office door. “Chelsey!”

  Cal kept going, noticing other workers stop what they were doing to look and see what the commotion was about. He ignored them all. As he reached the conference room, he saw a man in a black suit standing inside. He spotted Cal and walked to the door as though to greet him.

  “Detective Chelsey?”

  Cal could see the arrogance in McBride’s brown eyes. He didn’t smile and definitely seemed grief-stricken. Losing his son to murder put the darkness there but hadn’t dimmed the aggression.

  “Detective Chelsey?” a woman suddenly called.

  He recognized the voice and almost closed his eyes in annoyance. They were coming at him from all directions.

  “Chelsey’s going to win a popularity contest today,” one of the other detectives quipped.

  He heard Jaslene Chabot rushing his way. He turned to see her marching toward him, golden-blond hair flapping behind her sexy body.

  “I’ve just been told nothing will be done on Payton’s case. It’s been moved to another detective?”

  He doubted she’d been told nothing would be done. She must have made that assumption. “The case has been reassigned, yes. The new detective will work on it.”

  “Why not you?”

  Cal glanced at Mr. McBride. “I’ve been assigned to a new case.”

  “But...it was my understanding that you have the most experience in this department.”

  “That’s why he’s working on my son’s murder,” Mr. McBride said.

  Jaslene’s pretty blue eyes moved to that man and then back to Cal. “Payton could have been murdered, too. Why is this case more important?”

  “It’s not.”

  “He’s already said another detective is working your case,” Mr. McBride said impatiently, then turned to Cal. “Now, if we can get started. I’d like to go over my expectations.”

  His expectations?

  “Who the hell do you think you are?” Jaslene said. He’d gotten to know her fiery side the very first time they’d met. At first he had been struck by her attractiveness and then they had fallen into a professional relationship, with Jaslene determined to find her missing friend and concerned only about that.

  Cal held up his hands. “Hold on a minute. First.” He looked at Mr. McBride. “I’m turning in my resignation today.” Then he looked at Jaslene. “Second, nobody’s case is more impor
tant than the other. The only people I care about are the victims.” He turned back to Mr. McBride. “I suggest you remember that.”

  “What?” Mr. McBride put his hands on his hips. “You’re what? Quitting? You can’t do that.”

  “If you want my services, you’re going to have to go through Dark Alley Investigations.” With that he turned and walked away.

  He reached his desk and sat, ready to begin typing his resignation. Jaslene appeared at his desk. She looked contrite.

  “Why did you quit?”

  “I haven’t yet.” He poised his fingers over the keyboard. “But I’m about to.”

  She sat on one of the two uncomfortable metal chairs on the other side of his desk. “Why?”

  “Because I’m going to solve the Everett case.”

  “Don’t I have to hire you for that?”

  “DAI is a nonprofit organization. I can do what I want. The main purpose is to catch killers.”

  “But I can still hire you.”

  “Yes.”

  “I will, but only if you let me help you.”

  He could see the determination in her eyes and in the way she held herself, legs crossed, back straight, hands stacked on her leg. Deceptively prim. The thought of working with her every day both gave him a sexual spark and made him wary. Aside from being quite demanding in the search for her friend, she was also standoffish. There were moments when he sensed her attraction to him but she always reined it in before anything progressed into something acknowledgeable—the other side of her fiery spirit. What would he find underneath her ice queen shell?

  “You don’t have any experience,” he said.

  “I want to be involved.”

  “Don’t you mean you want to boss me around?” he half teased.

  She sighed in exasperation. “I’m not normally like that. Payton is my friend.”

  She never let him forget that. He thought her tenacity was actually refreshing, almost as appealing as her prettiness.

  He wouldn’t encourage her, though. “You’ve made that abundantly clear...on many occasions.” He started typing. This would be a short letter.