Violated
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“If it was something as simple as that, why not call nine-one-one? The owner of that necktie must have something to hide.”
Richards’s assistant excused himself as he walked through the bedroom. Madison could never remember the guy’s name.
Terry continued. “Put yourself in this guy’s place if things got out of hand. You would loosen the tie, shake her, but you wouldn’t pose her. You would certainly call for help.”
“The scene definitely speaks to it being an intentional act.” She met her partner’s eyes. “But I’d also guess the killer felt regret. Otherwise, why cross her arms over her torso? That could indicate a close relationship between Laura and her killer.”
Their discussion paused at the sound of a zipper as Richards sealed the woman in the black bag.
His assistant worked at getting the gurney out of the room and addressed Richards. “I’ll wait in the hall.”
Richards nodded.
“Winston confirmed you’re ruling the cause of death as strangulation,” Madison said to the ME.
“Yes. COD is asphyxiation due to strangulation. Her face shows signs of petechiae. Young, fit women don’t normally show that unless they put up a fight. And there were also cuts to her wrists.”
“Cuts?” Terry asked.
“Yes.” Richards glanced at Terry. “Crime Scene is thinking cuffs. I don’t think they’ve found them yet.”
Madison’s eyes drifted to the bed’s headboard and its black powder-coated vertical bars. The paint was worn off a few of them. “She’s bound, and then he uncuffs and poses her.” The hairs on her arms rose again. “When are you placing time of death?”
“Thirty to thirty-three hours ago based on the stage of rigor and body temperature.”
“So between two and five Sunday morning?” Terry smiled and shrugged his shoulders when both pairs of eyes shot to him.
Sometimes Madison wondered how her partner could do math so quickly in his head.
“Of course, the fact that it’s cold enough to hang meat in here makes it harder to pinpoint,” Richards said.
Madison noticed the light in Terry’s eyes brighten at the recognition of the cliché. He knew she didn’t care for such idioms and he had proven himself an opportunist over the years. Whenever he could dish them out, he would. Whenever someone else said them around her, he found amusement in it. She was tempted to cross the room and beat him, but instead, she just rolled her eyes, certain the hint of a smile on her face showed. She hated that she didn’t have enough restraint to ignore him altogether.
“I’ll be conducting a full autopsy within the next twenty-four hours. I will keep you posted on all my findings. Tomorrow afternoon at the earliest. You know where to find me.” Richards smiled at her, showcasing flawless white teeth, his midnight skin providing further contrast. And something about the way his eyes creased with the expression, Madison couldn’t claim immunity to his charms. When he smiled, it actually calmed her. Too bad he was married.
“Thanks.” The word came out automatically. Her eyes were on a framed photograph of a smiling couple. She recognized the woman as Laura, but the man was unfamiliar. “Terry, who is he?”
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Chapter 3
HE SAT IN HIS 1995 HONDA CIVIC, sweating profusely. Its air conditioner hadn’t worked for years. The car was a real piece of shit, but perfect for the crappy life he had going. He combed his fingers through his hair and caught his reflection in the rearview mirror.
He lifted his sunglasses to look into his own eyes. They had changed. They were dark, even sinister. He put the shades back in place, rolled his shoulders forward to dislodge the tension in his neck, and took a cleansing breath. With the air came a waft of smoke from the cigarette burning in the car’s ashtray.
He had parked close enough to observe the activity at 36 Bay Street, yet far enough away to be left alone. At least he had hoped so. Cruisers were parked in front of the house, and forty-eight minutes ago a department-issued SUV had pulled to a quick stop.
All this activity because of his work. It was something to be proud of.
He picked up the cigarette and tapped the ash in the tray.
Statistically, the murder itself was nothing special. Another young lady. People would move on. They always did.
It was the city’s thirtieth murder of the year. He was up-to-date on his statistics. But he was always that way; he was a gatherer of facts, of useless information. Maybe someday his fact-finding and attention to detail would prove beneficial.
He wiped his forehead, and sweat trickled from his brow and down his nose. The salty perspiration stung. He winced. His nose was still tender to the touch. That crotchety old man at the bar had a strong right hook.
He rested his eyes for a second, and when he opened them, a Crown Vic had pulled to a stop in front of the house. He straightened up.
A woman of average height—probably about five foot five—with blond hair walked toward the yellow tape. But it wasn’t her looks that captured his interest. It was her determined stride. And something was familiar about her.
He smiled when he realized why.
She was Detective Madison Knight. She had made headlines for putting away the Russian Mafia czar, Dimitre Petrov, but the glory hadn’t lasted long. People like Petrov had a reach that extended from behind bars and the rumor was that Petrov had gotten the attorney who had lost his case killed.
He must have hit the bigtime to have Knight on his investigation. An adrenaline rush flowed over him, blanketing him in heat. Energy pulsed in his veins, his heartbeat pounding in his ears. He strained to draw in a satisfying breath.
Tap, tap.
Knuckles rapped against the driver’s-side window.
His heart slowed. His breath shortened. Slowly, he lifted his eyes to look at the source of the intrusion.
A police officer!
Stay calm. Play it cool.
He drew the cigarette to his lips. Damn, his nose hurt so much when he sucked air in that he had to fight crying out in pain. He left the cig perched between his fingers, and the cop motioned for him to put the window down.
“I need you to move your vehicle.”
Thank God for his dark-tinted glasses or maybe the cop would see right through him. “Sure.”
The police officer bent over and peered into the car. “Are you all right, sir?”
Following the officer’s gaze to his unsteady hand holding the cigarette, he forced himself to raise it for another drag. His hand shook the entire way. “Yeah, I’m—” Her lifeless eyes flashed in his mind. He cleared his throat, hoping it would somehow dislodge his recollections. “Sure… I…I’ll get out of your way immediately.”
The cop’s gaze remained fixed on him, eye to eye.
Could he see through him, sunglasses and all? Was his guilt that obvious?
“All units confirm a secured perimeter.” The monotone voice came over the officer’s radio.
The cop turned the volume down without taking his eyes off him. “What happened to your nose?”
What was this uniform out to prove?
He forced another cough and then took yet another drag. He tapped the cigarette ash out the window. The office stepped to the side, but based on the look in his eyes, he wasn’t going anywhere.
He needed to give the cop an answer. His words escaped through gritted teeth. “Bar fight.”
The officer nodded. His eyes condemned him. “I need you to move your car—” he drummed his flattened palm on the roof “—and try to keep yourself out of trouble.”
Too late, Officer. Too late.
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Overview of Violated
Sometimes the past should stay there...
Th
e murder is one of the most heinous FBI agent and profiler Brandon Fisher has ever seen. But that’s not why he and two members of the team are rushing to California. The Bureau is interested because the prime suspect is one of their own, Paige Dawson.
But Paige didn’t go to Valencia to kill anyone. She had set out on “vacation”—her new lover in tow—only to confront the man who raped her friend twenty-some years ago. While the hands of the law are tied, she wants him to face the fact that he destroyed a young woman’s life and know that, as an FBI agent, she’ll be watching his every move. Yet, instead of accomplishing her goal, she wound up in the back of a police cruiser.
Now Paige must face off with a hard-nosed detective determined to stick a murder charge to a fed. But with the trained eyes of the FBI on the case, it’s becoming more and more obvious that the evidence lends itself to a serial killing, not an isolated incident. And as long as the local authorities are focused on Paige, the real murderer is still out there, possibly waiting to strike again...
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About the Author
CAROLYN ARNOLD is an international best-selling and award-winning author, as well as a speaker, teacher, and inspirational mentor. She has four continuing fiction series—Detective Madison Knight, Brandon Fisher FBI, McKinley Mysteries, and Matthew Connor Adventures—and has written nearly thirty books. Her genre diversity offers her readers everything from cozy to hard-boiled mysteries, and thrillers to action adventures.
Both her female detective and FBI profiler series have been praised by those in law enforcement as being accurate and entertaining, leading her to adopt the trademark: POLICE PROCEDURALS RESPECTED BY LAW ENFORCEMENT™.
Carolyn was born in a small town and enjoys spending time outdoors, but she also loves the lights of a big city. Grounded by her roots and lifted by her dreams, her overactive imagination insists that she tell her stories. Her intention is to touch the hearts of millions with her books, to entertain, inspire, and empower.
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Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Note to Readers
Preview of Ties That Bind
Overview of Violated
About the Author