Fatal Recall. Carol J. Post

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Fatal Recall - Carol J. Post Mills & Boon Love Inspired Suspense

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and he believed he could never measure up. My church has a new mission statement, one that is very simple and to the point—Love God, Love Others. God demands holiness, but that message apart from love and forgiveness paints an incomplete picture of what the gospel is all about.

      I hope you will be on the lookout for the second book in this series, where Bryce reconnects with his first love and they both find their happily-ever-after.

      Love in Christ,

       Carol J. Post

      For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

      —Romans 8:38–39

       Acknowledgments

      Thank you to all the people who support me in this career I love:

      My wonderful critique partners, Karen Fleming and Sabrina Jarema, my eagle-eyed beta reader, Martha “Mom” Post, my awesome editor, Giselle Regus, my lovely agent, Nalini Akolekar, my sister, Kim, for all her help on research, my sweet, supportive family, and my loving husband, Chris.

      You all are the best!

      Contents

       Cover

       Back Cover Text

       About the Author

       Booklist

       Title Page

       Copyright

       Introduction

       Dear Reader

       Bible Verse

       Acknowledgments

       ONE

       TWO

       THREE

       FOUR

       FIVE

       SIX

       SEVEN

       EIGHT

       NINE

       TEN

       ELEVEN

       Extract

       About the Publisher

       ONE

      The sharp crack of gunfire split the silence.

      Tanner Brody froze, his paddle hovering a few inches above the water. A second crack came right after the first.

      He released a pent-up breath and shook off the tension. This wasn’t one of the scariest areas of Louisville, where he’d grown up. Or even the rough neighborhood there where he’d spent the past eight years as a beat cop. He was on the Nantahala River, at the edge of the Smokies. Someone was hunting—shooting at whatever happened to be in season in North Carolina in early April.

      He resumed paddling, adjusting course in time to avoid careening into a rock protruding from the center of the river. Water surged around him, gentle swells tipped in white.

      Another shot rang out, and tension spiked through him again. He rolled his shoulders. It would be a while before the pop of a rifle didn’t send him into action mode.

      Eight weeks ago, when his life in Louisville imploded, his friend Colton talked him into moving to Murphy, North Carolina. Six weeks ago, he drained his savings account and made a down payment on a house on two wooded acres. A few days ago, he stuffed everything he owned into a U-Haul and rolled into the drive at almost midnight. He had three weeks to enjoy his freedom. Then he’d start the job he’d landed with Murphy PD.

      He wasn’t regretting his spur-of-the-moment decision. If there was anyone he trusted, it was Colton. They’d been friends since age thirteen, three of them—him and Kevin and Colton. They’d all shared the same nightmare. Except Colton had gotten out sooner than he and Kevin had.

      Tanner reached a calmer section of the river and stopped paddling to take a swig of water. It was still early in the season. Other than a couple sitting at a riverside picnic table some distance back, he hadn’t seen another human being.

      But rather than feeling lonely, he found the solitude therapeutic. The river flowed around him with a steady shh that drowned out all but the calls of the loudest birds and the occasional rumble of a truck moving down the highway a short distance to his right. The firearms had even fallen silent.

      He dipped the paddle into the river with smooth, alternating strokes. A roar reached him from somewhere beyond the next bend, warning of an upcoming patch of rapids. Anticipation surged through him. He was ready for whatever the river dished out.

      The next moment, a shriek rent the air, short and shrill, as if cut off midstream. He stiffened, the sound

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