Trained together at the Athena Academy, these six women vowed to help each other when in need. Now one of their own has been murdered, and it is up to them to find the killer—before they become the next victims….
Alex Forsythe:
This forensic scientist can uncover clues others fail to see.
PROOF, by Justine Davis
Darcy Allen Steele:
A master of disguise, Darcy can sneak into any crime scene.
ALIAS, by Amy Fetzer
Tory Patton:
Used to uncovering scandals, this investigative reporter will get to the bottom of any story—especially murder.
EXPOSED, by Katherine Garbera
Samantha St. John:
Though she’s the youngest, this lightning-fast secret agent can take down men twice her size.
DOUBLE-CROSS, by Meredith Fletcher
Josie Lockworth:
A little danger won’t stop this daredevil air force pilot from uncovering the truth.
PURSUED, by Catherine Mann
Kayla Ryan:
The police lieutenant won’t rest until the real killer is brought to justice, even if it makes her the next target!
JUSTICE, by Debra Webb
ATHENA FORCE:
They were the best, the brightest, the strongest—women who shared a bond like no other….
Justice
Debra Webb
DEBRA WEBB
was born in Scottsboro, Alabama, to parents who taught her that anything is possible if you want it bad enough. She began writing at age nine. Eventually, she met and married the man of her dreams, and tried some other occupations, including selling vacuum cleaners, working in a factory, a day-care center, a hospital and a department store. When her husband joined the military, they moved to Berlin, Germany, and Debra became a secretary in the commanding general’s office. By 1985, they were back in the States, and finally moved to Tennessee, to a small town where everyone knows everyone else. With the support of her husband and two beautiful daughters, Debra took up writing again, looking to mystery and movies for inspiration. In 1998, her dream of writing for Harlequin came true. You can write to Debra with your comments at P.O. Box 64, Huntland, Tennessee 37345 or visit her Web site at http://www.debrawebb.com to find out exciting news about her next book.
This book is dedicated to all the Athena Ladies and a terrific editor, Natashya Wilson—a true bombshell!
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 1
Kayla Ryan eased her Jeep Cherokee into the alley between two long rows of U-Store-It buildings. She lowered the driver’s side window and cut the engine.
For a full thirty seconds she sat very still, utilized all her senses to estimate the threat level.
The cool December air felt thick with tension in spite of the utter silence enveloping the deserted storage facility. Nothing moved.
They waited. Listening. Anticipating her move…her risk level. At least two men. Maybe three.
Now or never.
Ten seconds more and she’d be made.
No way backup would arrive in time.
Her partner would be pissed.
It wouldn’t be the first time. She doubted it would be the last.
Her heart rate ramming into overdrive, Kayla opened her door and got out. She strode straight over to the nearest storage unit, number forty-two, and reached for the lock. Though she had no key, only a couple quick flicks with the lock pick she carried were required before the mechanism disengaged, falling open in her palm.
She removed the lock and raised the four-foot-wide overhead door. The grind of metal on metal screeched, shattering the silence and sending a clear message to the men about ten units down and on the next row who would be listening.
Nothing to worry about. Just someone adding to or taking from her storage unit.
Her gaze roving left and right, Kayla slipped into the shadows of the ten-by-twelve cinder-block unit. Whatever the boxes stacked nearly to the ceiling contained was of no significance. This wasn’t about unit forty-two or its contents.
Keeping her attention fixed on the vacant alleyway, she relayed a text message to Jim Harkey, her partner, from her cellular phone. The message was simple. SOS…UStoreIt.
She’d sent it once already. He hadn’t responded. Today was his day off. Hers too. But some things couldn’t wait.
With the phone clipped back on her utility belt, she wrapped her fingers around the butt of her weapon. The hiss of cool steel sliding from her leather holster prompted a sense of calm that instantly neutralized the negative effects of the adrenaline pumping through her veins.
She might be off duty but she never went anywhere, not even to bed, without her weapon. To a cop, being unarmed was the equivalent of being naked on stage in front of a jam-packed stadium. Not a good thing—unless you’re a part of a living art exhibit.
The muted sound of voices reached her position. She’d been right. Three. All male. All comfortable with continuing business since her presence had obviously been assessed as insignificant.
That kind
