Dying for Justice (A Detective Jackson Mystery)
L.J. Sellers
Language: English
Pages: 314
ISBN: 1612186203
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Ten years ago, Hector Vargas confessed to the cold-blooded murder of Detective Wade Jackson’s parents. Now, facing his own death, Vargas has reached out from prison to declare his innocence. Armed with the shocking new truth that dirty cops railroaded Vargas, Jackson must revisit the painful past to get justice for his parents—and jail the ruthless killer.
Meanwhile, Gina Stahl awakens from a two-year coma with a chilling message on her lips: He tried to kill me. Now Detective Lara Evans must probe the young woman’s desperate claim that her near death was not failed suicide, but attempted murder.
As their investigations intersect, Jackson tangles with his estranged brother, hunts a loan shark turned philanthropist, and confronts his parents’ long-buried secrets, while Evans contends with a relentless reporter, shadows a fellow cop with a dangerous reputation, and struggles with her feelings for Jackson. But the more dark revelations they make, the deadlier the resistance they face from a killer terrified of losing everything…and willing to stop at nothing.
“What about Bekker?” Her jaw tightened. “Between you and me, there’s been talk that Bekker is becoming unstable, so I’ll meet with the chief and see how he wants to handle this.” “Thanks. I appreciate your support.” “Don’t thank me yet. I won’t let this old murder case turn into an endless, pointless pursuit. Are we clear?” “We are.” Jackson took his cue and stood to leave. “I’m sorry about your parents,” Lammers said softly. “Me too.” Jackson returned to his desk and stared at the file
Town Car was in the driveway so Jackson knew his brother was home. He pounded on the door, assuming Derrick was drinking and watching TV and would not hear anything less. After a short wait, Jackson pounded again, then used the key he’d found earlier to let himself in. Since Derrick had never bought him out, Jackson still had half ownership in the house. It was odd, and frustrating, to be in that position with both his brother and his ex-wife. He would be glad to get at least one of the
you save us both the trouble?” “I didn’t kill anyone and I don’t have to prove it.” Durkin bolted to his feet, sounding frustrated. “I run a legitimate business now and I donate ten percent of my profits to the Big Brother/Big Sister program for kids. I also sponsor teenagers to come up here and race. The idea is to help young people stay out of trouble so they don’t make the same mistakes I did. I don’t appreciate being hassled.” “I’m just doing my job.” “I thought they caught the killer and
a flight out of the state, he would soon be picked up and brought in. The more he thought about Durkin, the madder he felt. Jackson tried to remember the name he’d seen on the truck earlier. It was group of initials. KRS or KLS. He would start with the construction company and see what he could find out. But first, he had a new crime scene to process. Jackson arrived at the Stahls’ house just as the medical examiner drove up in his long white station wagon. Rich Gunderson climbed out, dressed
said. “The mother was a young girl who couldn’t keep the baby. Our lawyer knew her parents.” “What’s your lawyer’s name?” Evans dug out her notepad. “He died years ago. The adoption took place in 1965.” The date was crushing. How would she ever find the information? “I still need to know his name.” “Michael Walburg. He had his own law firm.” Sharon kept speaking for the couple, but it was taking a toll as she struggled with grief. Evans wrote down the lawyer’s name and gave herself a moment