Spirit Dances. C.E. Murphy

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      Praise for

       C.E. MURPHY

       and The Walker Papers series:

      Urban Shaman

      “A swift pace, a good mystery, a likeable protagonist,

       magic, danger—Urban Shaman has them in spades.”

      —Jim Butcher, bestselling author of The Dresden Files series

      Thunderbird Falls

      “Fans of Jim Butcher’s Dresden Files novels and the works

       of urban fantasists Charles de Lint and Tanya Huff should

       enjoy this fantasy/mystery’s cosmic elements. A good choice.”

      —Library Journal

      Coyote Dreams

      “Tightly written and paced, [Coyote Dreams] has a

       compelling, interesting protagonist, whose struggles and

       successes will captivate new and old readers alike.”

      —RT Book Reviews

      Walking Dead

      “Murphy’s fourth Walker Papers offering is another gripping,

       well-written tale of what must be the world’s most reluctant—

      and stubborn—shaman.”

      —RT Book Reviews

      Demon Hunts

      “Murphy carefully crafts her scenes and I felt every gust of wind

       through the crispy frosted trees…. I am heartily looking forward

       to further volumes.”

      —The Discriminating Fangirl

      Spirit Dances

      Book Six: The Walker Papers

      C. E. Murphy

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      This one is for Matrice,

       who has been waiting for it for a long, long time :)

      CONTENTS

      CHAPTER ONE

      CHAPTER TWO

      CHAPTER THREE

      CHAPTER FOUR

      CHAPTER FIVE

      CHAPTER SIX

      CHAPTER SEVEN

      CHAPTER EIGHT

      CHAPTER NINE

      CHAPTER TEN

      CHAPTER ELEVEN

      CHAPTER TWELVE

      CHAPTER THIRTEEN

      CHAPTER FOURTEEN

      CHAPTER FIFTEEN

      CHAPTER SIXTEEN

      CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

      CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

      CHAPTER NINETEEN

      CHAPTER TWENTY

      CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

      CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

      CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

      CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

      CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

      CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

      CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

      CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

      CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

      CHAPTER THIRTY

      CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

      ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

      CHAPTER ONE

      FRIDAY, MARCH 17, 8:34 A.M.

      “Walker, Holliday, you’re up. Homicide in Ballard, probably domestic violence. Be there yesterday.” A set of sedan keys flew across the room at my head. I caught them painlessly, only because I’d just come in the door and hadn’t yet taken my gloves off. The guy who’d thrown them at me—our lieutenant, Braxton, who was decent, hardworking, and who never impinged on my consciousness for a single moment beyond those I spent following his direct commands—jerked his jaw at the door, indicating we should already be gone. I did a quick dance of shedding my coat, shrugging on my duty weapon—an item which, like Braxton, lay outside my realm of active awareness except when I was actually at work—and pulling the coat back on before my partner made it to the door.

      Because my desk was three steps from the door, I got there first, and that meant I won: I got to drive. After nine months of that game, I wasn’t sure why we bothered, be cause neither of us pretended Billy was the better driver. Not that he was a bad driver, mind you. It’s just that it was the only class at the academy I’d been too proud to come in anything but first.

      He caught up to me and muttered, “I hate domestic cases,” as we headed out the door.

      “I know.” Nobody liked them, which was part of why Billy and I were up on this one. Braxton tried to rotate the DV cases through the whole Homicide team, because under the best of circumstances, they were emotionally messy, and under the worst—which was more usual—cops ended up the bad guys no matter what they did. “Could be worse. At least a murder means there won’t be an outraged spouse trying to beat us off because her partner didn’t really do anything wrong.”

      “Walker, are you seriously telling me murder is preferable to a live victim who doesn’t want to press charges?”

      “That wasn’t what I meant.” It was, however, kind of what I’d said. No wonder I let Billy do most of the talking at crime scenes. We drove over to Ballard while Dispatch offered a few more details on the homicide we were approaching. There was a pattern of abuse in the family, instigated by the wife, one Patricia “Patty” Raleigh, against whom the city had twice pressed charges. She’d done anger management courses and then a short stint in jail. We weren’t sure yet if it was herself or her husband, Nathan, or possibly both, who was the victim: one of their children had run out of the house, bloody and screaming hysterically about Mommy and Daddy being dead. The neighbor had called it in.

      Billy

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