ear to my words, O Lord, consider my meditation. Hearken unto the voice of my cry, my King, and my God: for unto thee will I pray.
—Psalms 5:1–2
Primary Suspect is the fifth book in my Callahan Confidential series. I’m happy to hear so many of you are enjoying this incredible family. This book focuses on Fire Investigator Mitch Callahan.
When Mitch is assaulted and framed for murder, he isn’t sure who he can trust. And he regrets how ER nurse Dana Petrie is unavoidably dragged into the situation with him. Dana hasn’t recovered from losing her husband and unborn child three years ago, until she’s forced to go on the run with Mitch. As they flee the men chasing them, Dana feels alive for the first time in years. Can she and Mitch recover from their wounded pasts long enough to look forward to the future?
I hope you enjoy Mitch and Dana’s story. I’m also hard at work on the next Military K-9 story and then will begin the last book in my Callahan Confidential series. I love hearing from my readers. If you’re interested in contacting me or signing up for my newsletter, please visit my website at page at www.laurascottbooks.com. I’m also on Facebook at Laura Scott Books Author and on Twitter @laurascottbooks.
Yours in faith,
Laura Scott
This book is dedicated to all the brave men and women who fight fires every day, and especially those who lost their lives on September 11, 2001.
Contents
Fire Investigator Mitch Callahan cautiously approached the burned-out shell of a warehouse located on Milwaukee’s south side.
Why had Fire Chief Rick Nelson requested a meeting here, late on a Wednesday night? Mitch had picked up the case after Jeff Walker’s untimely death from a sudden massive heart attack and had already deemed the cause to be arson, despite the attempt to make it look like faulty wiring. He was sure he hadn’t missed any sort of key evidence. His boss’s voice had sounded strained on the message. Jeff’s files didn’t jibe with his investigational findings, so maybe this meeting was related to this disturbing trend.
Either way, he wasn’t about to dismiss a direct order from his boss, no matter how unusual.
The pungent scent of smoke hung heavily in the air, something he was as used to as breathing. Stepping carefully, he crossed what had once been the threshold of a doorway. The interior was dark, so he pulled his flashlight from his back pocket and flicked it on, the narrow beam illuminating the interior.
“Hello? Anyone here?” he called, meticulously placing his feet around blackened two-by-fours
