Proof of Life (Love Inspired Suspense) - Softcover

Scott, Laura

Softcover

ISBN 10: 0373674864 ISBN 13: 9780373674862

Verlag: Love Inspired Suspense Larger Print, 2011

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CSI investigator Shanna Dawson has never forgiven herself for the long-ago disappearance of her little sister, Skylar. For fourteen years there have been no leads—or proof of life. Until now. Until Skylar's fingerprints implicate her in a murder at a fraternity house. Shanna is desperate to find the young woman. And so is handsome campus cop Quinn Murphy—the victim's half brother.

But as their team investigation leads to an unexpected closeness and the revelation of family secrets, Shanna prays that her sister is innocent. And that the real killer is caught before Quinn is hurt, or Skylar is lost forever.

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Laura Scott is a New York Times Bestselling author, honored to write for the Love Inspired Suspense line, where a reader can find a heartwarming journey of faith amid the thrilling danger. A former registered nurse, now full time author, she has more ideas than time to write! Laura lives with her husband and fur babies in Wauwatosa, Wisconsin. Visit Laura at www.laurascottbooks.com.

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Crime-scene investigator Shanna Dawson paused on the threshold to gather her bearings. The dilapidated four-room house reeked of stale beer, cigarette smoke, greasy fast food and the rancid horror of death. As a CSI, she was more accustomed to the latter than the former.

The interior of the house, located a few blocks from Carlyle University, a private college outside of Chicago, was a pigsty; fast-food containers, smelly clothes, dirty dishes and empty beer cans were strewn everywhere. Talk about a CSI's nightmare.

For a moment she imagined the kids who lived there. The victim, Brady Wallace, was a young college student who shared the place with three other guys. Yet despite the mess, she imagined this was the type of place the so-called popular kids would gravitate to for parties. A college student's version of fun and excitement.

Not hers, though. During her four years of college she'd never been invited to student gatherings. The party scene had never appealed to her. She was too serious, too introspective to indulge in lighthearted activities.

Fun hadn't been a part of her world in a long time.

Suppressing a sigh, she got to work. There was so much evidence to collect, she'd easily be here for hours. As she walked through the foyer and into the living room, she overheard two cops arguing.

"This is a homicide investigation, Murphy. Campus police don't have jurisdiction over homicides."

"I know. But this incident occurred on my turf. Give me a break, Nelson. The victim is my brother."

"Half brother," the detective corrected.

"Brother just the same." The campus cop, Murphy, was stubborn. After a long moment where it seemed the homicide cop wasn't going to give in, Murphy sighed and scrubbed a hand along his bristly jaw. "At least give me the courtesy of keeping me informed of the details of your investigation."

Murphy snagged her attention, mostly because he was the victim's half brother and because he didn't look much like the local campus cops she was used to. And not just because of his tall, broad-shouldered good looks. His body appeared to be pure muscle, and he wore his wheat-blond hair military short. His face wasn't handsome in the traditional sense but bore deeply worn grooves of experience, as if he'd carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. His green eyes held the shadows of a deep pain she could relate to. She was inexplicably drawn to him, as if he might be a kindred soul, but she forced herself to turn away, examining the crime scene.

Brady Wallace's body was lying on the floor, in the walkway between the living room and the kitchen. His bright red hair was matted with blood, the left side of his skull concave where it had been crushed. A heavy marble rugby trophy was lying on the floor beside him, the four-by-four-inch base covered with hair and blood. She imagined microscopic evidence would confirm the blood and tissue matched the victim's scalp.

The position of the body was distinctive. Why was he lying on the floor, in the walkway between the living room and kitchen? Had he run from his attacker? Or had he been on his way to the kitchen for something to eat when someone clubbed him from behind?

And who could hate a college student enough to kill him?

Brady was young, barely twenty. The callous waste of a young life always upset her. She'd grown up believing in God, but over the years had drifted away from the church and her faith. And at times like this, when she faced the hard edge of death, she really couldn't understand God's plan. What had this kid done to deserve death? She couldn't imagine. Feeling slightly sick, she glanced back over at the two cops who'd fallen silent as they'd registered her presence. She forced a professional expression on her face as she faced their curious stares. "Who found the body?"

"One of his roommates, Kyle Ryker." Murphy's face was bleak as he scanned the room. "Four boys live here—the victim, Brady Wallace, and three others—Kyle Ryker, Dennis Green and Mark Pickard."

"They must have had a party last night," she murmured with a wry sigh. Saturday nights were big party nights, so she shouldn't be surprised. "I'd hate to think the place always looks like this."

Murphy grimaced and lifted a shoulder. "It's not much better on any other day. But you're right—they did have a party, one that apparently lasted until the wee hours of the morning. According to Kyle, Brady was alive at four in the morning, when Kyle went upstairs to crash for what was left of the night. When Kyle came down to get something to eat from the kitchen about nine-thirty, he tripped over Brady's body."

As Brady's half brother, Murphy obviously had a personal stake in solving this crime. She felt a tug of sympathy. She knew better than anyone how difficult it was to deal with the violent aftermath of a crime that hit too close to home.

"I'm Detective Hank Nelson." The older cop, wearing the ill-fitting polyester suit coat, quickly introduced himself. "And this is University Campus Police Officer Quinn Murphy. I'll be taking the lead on this homicide investigation."

She understood the implied order and gave both men a brief nod. "Shanna Dawson, crime-scene investigator. My boss, Eric Turner, will be joining me shortly. If you gentlemen wouldn't mind stepping outside, I'd like to get to work."

The two cops exchanged a long look as if debating their right to stay, but in the end they both turned and headed for the door.

"Officer Murphy?" she called, before they could both disappear.

He turned toward her, his eyebrow raised questioningly. "Yes?"

"I'd like to talk to you later, if you have time." She knew Detective Hank Nelson would do the full investigation into all aspects of Brady's life, but she was curious to know more about Brady. Her methods might be somewhat unorthodox, but the more she understood the victim, the better job she'd do with her investigation. As the victim's brother, Murphy would be a great source of information.

"Of course." He came over to hand her his campus police business card. "Call me when you're finished processing things here."

"I will." She pocketed the card and watched him leave. When she was alone, she picked up the camera around her neck and began to record the initial evidence of the crime scene.

Quinn Murphy would mourn his half brother's passing, but at least he had the comfort of knowing what happened. Maybe not the who or the why, but the rest. All some families knew was that a loved one had disappeared. They never knew if their loved one was dead or alive, at peace or living in some awful situation, praying for salvation and longing for home.

Shanna took a deep breath and let it out slowly, shaking off the painful memories of the past. She'd made it her mission over the years to bring families closure. To bring the comfort of knowledge. The peace of acceptance. Today she'd collect every possible clue, piece together as much of the puzzle as she could until she discovered who killed Brady Wallace and why. She'd do whatever was possible to help Brady's family begin to heal.

Even though there were many wounds that never could.

"It's going to take us forever to dust for prints," her boss pointed out in exasperation. "The kids had a party on Saturday night, and there were probably at least fifty people in and out of this place. How on earth are we going to isolate anything useful?"

Eric was right—this was a long shot for sure. "The police are interviewing the roommates, trying to get a list of party attendees together. I believe this is personal, likely someone with a...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: Love Inspired Suspense Larger Print
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2011
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 0373674864
• ISBN 13: 9780373674862
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 288
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