Fixing Perfect - Softcover

Travis, Therese M.

Softcover

ISBN 10: 1611164079 ISBN 13: 9781611164077

Verlag: Pelican Book Group, 2015

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In the community of Avalon on Catalina Island, a psychopath is kidnapping children and perfectly posing and painting the bodies of adult victims to resemble disabled artist, Robin Ingram. Robin struggles with feelings of imperfection, and knowing some madman has a macabre agenda&;which includes fixing her&;is unsettling. She's relieved when paramedic Sam Albrecht steps up to help. Sam believes he knows the identity of the killer, and he wants nothing more than to prove it in order to keep Robin out of danger. Then Sam is arrested as a suspect for the crimes, and Robin's life is thrown into a fresh whirlwind. She may not know who the real killer is, but she does know Sam is innocent'and she will find the proof to set him free, or she'll die trying.

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Therese M. Travis started writing when she discovered books came from people--around the age of eight. At eleven, she produced her first book, a single, handmade copy of The Ghost of Scotland Yard. She has since discovered that Scotland Yard is not in Scotland. Short stories and plays followed, and then she discovered Christian fiction, which combined writing stories and God, two of her favorite things.

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Fixing Perfect

By Therese M. Travis

Pelican Ventures, LLC

Copyright © 2014 Therese M. Travis
All rights reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-61116-407-7

CHAPTER 1

The young woman's body told a thousand stories, offered up a thousand cryptic clues, and not the least were the wires, the padding, the propping. Her limbs stretched and posed like a dancer mid-plié, one graceful hand twisted and bent over her turned head. The worst was the glimpse her body gave into the warped mind of the monster who had killed her.

Sam Albrecht backed a little farther away, hiding his pulsating anger inside clenched fists. He had to wait to do his job, wait for the detectives to gather all those clues, wait for the photographer to take her pictures, wait for his rage to cool before he moved her.

The jogger who'd found her huddled far enough away that she couldn't see the corpse any longer. Not that hiding from the body would save her from seeing it behind her eyelids forever, or in her nightmares. Sam turned so as to be able to watch the woman as well as the crime scene, his muscles at ease but ready to jump to help her if she needed it. She held a paper bag in case she hyperventilated again, and her brown hair escaped her ponytail and clung to the sides of her damp face.

This far up from Avalon's harbor, nestled on the landward side of Catalina Island, the sound of the sea faded to background noise, like a hush of wind or the swish of tires on wet roads.

A car pulled up, not one of the few private vehicles allowed on the island, but one bearing official plates, and another officer got out.

Detective Jerry Macias surveyed the scene for a short minute before he turned his massive body toward Sam.

"You OK, buddy?"

Sam narrowed his eyes, not meeting Jerry's gaze. The guy saw too much, understood too much, as it was. "Doing my job."

"Yeah. It smothers something inside you, doesn't it?" Macias nodded at the photographer and moved closer to the crime scene.

Sam went back to watching for the signal to load the body onto the gurney.

Seagulls wheeled overhead, curious, rapacious. Thank God the jogger found her before some of the more destructive animals got to her. At least her face hadn't been touched by ravening animals.

Only by the animal who had killed her.

Turn off the anger. Turn off the compassion. Turn off the gratitude that he wasn't the one who had to tell her family. Even more harrowing than seeing the glimpse into the killer's mind was the thought of dealing with her family's grief. What if it were his sister? One of his friends? Robin came to mind, her black hair swirling around her shoulders as she swung a bat, her blue eyes glinting with pride when she connected with the baseball, and he shuddered. Not Robin, please, God, not Robin. Don't let this happen to Robin.

He wasn't sure how he knew this wasn't the last painted and posed body he would deal with.

He took a breath when Macias started talking to the team. "It's Lehanie Haro. Her husband will have to identify her."

Most of the response team had already given the woman her name. Even the jogger had called in to say she'd found Lehanie. Everyone on the island had heard about her when she went missing. Mostly they'd speculated on why she'd kidnapped the little girl she'd been babysitting. Now, they'd have to wonder what the guy who had taken them both was planning to do to Becca. Five years old, and in a pervert's hands. Because a guy who could do this could do anything.

God, why do You let these things happen?

Sam glanced at the jogger, saw she held up for now, and looked back at the body.

Lehanie had flaming red hair. But now, it was a dull black, flat and dry. Sam wondered if the killer had made her dye it herself, or if he'd done it to her. He swallowed. The guy had tried to change the color of her eyes, as well, but at least all he'd done was paint blue irises on her eyelids.

The things he might be doing to the five-year-old made Sam wish he didn't possess much of an imagination.

Macias must have been thinking the same. "The little kid she was babysitting was blonde, right?"

"She is blonde." Sam wouldn't kill Becca off with his words before he had to.

"Yeah." Macias shrugged, obviously concentrating on only the immediate aspect of the case. "Rigor hasn't set in. The lady who found her OK?"

"Somewhat." Sam wasn't going to lie, no matter how expected. He peered at the wires wound through the woman's hair. He'd seen the telltale color at her roots, behind her ear. Her killer had posed her like a dancer and painted her like a stage performer.

He'd seen murders before, witnessed one himself not so long ago. But none of them sent his gut into cramps like this.

Sam's coworker, Trevor Graham, gripped Sam's shoulder. "Gotta move it. The photographer needs pics from this angle."

As he backed away, he once again had to turn off the emotions, the ache for the girl, her family, the small island community. But mostly, the fear for the little girl who, he had to believe, for now, was still alive.

* * *

Robin Ingram pushed away from the counter and rolled her office chair to the cabinet where she stored her things. Hearing her name, she looked up at the man standing across the counter from her.

Hair bleached white blonde, skin a deep yet creamy tan, and eyes so pale a blue they looked like ice cube shadows, made up the stunning man's face. She'd seen him around town. The island didn't have a wide range of residents, so she knew most of the regulars by sight, at least. But she'd never talked to him. She wasn't even sure she knew his name.

"You are Robin, aren't you?" He slid papers onto the overflowing co-op counter and leaned his elbows on a woven tapestry a customer had spread out.

She blinked. "Yeah, that's me. But my shift is over. Sorry. Grace will be here in a minute, and she can help you."

"That's OK." He grinned. White teeth, dimples, the guy had it all, so dazzling he made Robin's eyes prickle. Made her kind of glad she'd never run into him face to face before. He could overwhelm any girl. "Missy said to get this to you, and you'd process it in the next few days."

"Sure. No problem." She took the papers, scooted back to the file cabinet and laid them in the overflowing box atop it. She could have, but managed to resist, checking out the name on them. She'd do that later.

He smiled but didn't move.

His regard made her want to squirm. She raised one eyebrow. "Anything else I can do for you?"

"No." His slight frown cleared. "You have the most amazing eyes."

"Thank you." She straightened the stack in the inbox and scooted a little closer to the cupboard.

"Yeah. Beautiful baby blues. I'd love to photograph you." He laughed. "That's why I'm applying here. Get some of my photos out there, you know?"

"Oh, sure, this is a great place to sell your work." She grinned and slid her chair another half inch farther from the counter.

"Yeah." He waggled his eyebrows, more like he needed to acknowledge her wariness, than that he wanted to pull something over on her. "I've seen you around town."

He had to have.

"Avalon's a small place. You get to know the townies pretty quick. Have you been here long?"

"A couple months. I noticed you right off." He shifted his elbow and slid the tapestry closer to the edge.

Robin reached for it. "Sorry, this is merchandise. I need to put it back where it belongs."

"Oh, I can do that for you." He slung the needlepoint off the counter and turned. "Where does it go? Oh, wait. I see an empty hanger over...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: Pelican Book Group
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2015
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 1611164079
• ISBN 13: 9781611164077
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 260
• Kontakt zum Hersteller: Nicht verfügbar
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