Alibi (Brantley Walker: Off the Books Book 5)
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Contents
BW5: ePub Title Page
By Nicole Edwards
BW5: Copyright
BW5: Dedication
BW5: Note to Reader
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Epilogue
About Nicole Edwards
BW5: Acknowledgments
Nicole Edwards on Amazon
Alibi
A SERIES CROSSOVER NOVEL
BRANTLEY WALKER: OFF THE BOOKS, 5/
THE WALKERS OF COYOTE RIDGE, 10
NICOLE EDWARDS
BY NICOLE EDWARDS
THE WALKERS
ALLURING INDULGENCE
Kaleb
Zane
Travis
Holidays with The Walker Brothers
Ethan
Braydon
Sawyer
Brendon
THE WALKERS OF COYOTE RIDGE
Curtis
Jared (a crossover novel)
Hard to Hold
Hard to Handle
Beau
Rex
A Coyote Ridge Christmas
Mack
Kaden & Keegan
Alibi (a crossover novel)
BRANTLEY WALKER: OFF THE BOOKS
All In
Without A Trace
Hide & Seek
Deadly Coincidence
Alibi (a crossover novel)
AUSTIN ARROWS
Rush
Kaufman
CLUB DESTINY
Conviction
Temptation
Addicted
Seduction
Infatuation
Captivated
Devotion
Perception
Entrusted
Adored
Distraction
DEAD HEAT RANCH
Boots Optional
Betting on Grace
Overnight Love
Jared (a crossover novel)
DEVIL’S BEND
Chasing Dreams
Vanishing Dreams
MISPLACED HALOS
Protected in Darkness
Salvation in Darkness
Bound in Darkness
OFFICE INTRIGUE
Office Intrigue
Intrigued Out of The Office
Their Rebellious Submissive
Their Famous Dominant
Their Ruthless Sadist
Their Naughty Student
Their Fairy Princess
Owned
PIER 70
Reckless
Fearless
Speechless
Harmless
Clueless
SNIPER 1 SECURITY
Wait for Morning
Never Say Never
Tomorrow’s Too Late
SOUTHERN BOY MAFIA/DEVIL’S PLAYGROUND
Beautifully Brutal
Without Regret
Beautifully Loyal
Without Restraint
STANDALONE NOVELS
Unhinged Trilogy
A Million Tiny Pieces
Inked on Paper
Bad Reputation
Bad Business
NAUGHTY HOLIDAY EDITIONS
2015
2016
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ALIBI
A Series Crossover Novel
Brantley Walker: Off the Books, 5
The Walkers of Coyote Ridge, 10
Nicole Edwards
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Formatting: Nicole Edwards Limited
Editing: Blue Otter Editing
IDENTIFIERS:
ISBN: (ebook) 978-1-64418-044-0 | (paperback) 978-1-64418-045-7 | (audio) 978-1-64418-046-4
BISAC: FICTION / Romance / General
DEDICATION
To Travis Walker
I wish we could all be as true to ourselves as you are.
Dear reader,
Up to this point in my writing career, with 72 books now published, I’ve written a myriad of storylines, ones that have made me laugh, made me cry, even made me want to stomp my feet and yank out my hair. I have not, however, written anything like this. This book … this one completely undid me. I did not expect it, even questioned it when I realized what was happening, but I’ve always done my best to be true to my characters, so I had to follow through.
I can honestly say, I truly hope not to live the experience again because it stole a part of me I wasn’t ready to give up. With that said, I do hope you enjoy, if not so much the journey, then the love, support, and kindness the Walker family shows one another during such a heart-wrenching time.
Thanks for reading!
Nicole Edwards
Chapter One
Saturday, January 9, 2021
Brantley Walker expected today to be a long day, starting off with a visit from Ryan Trexler and Hunter Kogan, the men in charge of running Sniper 1 Security, the largest private security firm in the state.
They were here at Brantley’s request, and since this was somewhat of a job interview for the soon-to-be disbanded Off the Books Task Force, he figured it needed to run smoothly, hence the reason he was already three hours into his day and it was just now oh-eight-hundred.
He walked into the kitchen as Reese was pouring a cup of coffee.
“You only got seven miles in this mornin’. Somethin’ wrong with you today?”
Brantley could hear the teasing tone, and he appreciated it. If Reese knew Brantley was stressed about this meeting, he wasn’t calling him on it, but he was certainly doing his best to distract him. For a moment, Brantley’s brain flipped back to a few hours ago when Reese had woken him up with that sexy mouth doing sinful things. Needless to say, it’d been one hell of a way to start the day.
“Too much shit to do,” he said, forcing a smile and accepting the cup Reese passed over.
“I just got a text. RT and Hunter’ll be here in a few.” Reese’s tone was calm and collected as usual. “We’ll have plenty of time to introduce them to the team, even have time for questions. Then what’s left? We get to spend the afternoon at the park with the rest of the town?”
Brantley nodded, staring into his coffee mug. “Yeah.”
And that would be the second half of his ridiculously long day.
After he fielded questions from JJ, Baz, Trey, and Charlie regarding the fact they were no longer state employees, Brantley was going to spend the afternoon at the fantasy festival. Coyote Ridge’s first one of the year.
Despite the name, it wasn’t in the least bit kinky, he’d been told. It was a new festival added to the calendar this year, one meant to kick off 2021 with carnival games and rides designed specifically for the children of Coyote Ridge.
As for why Brantley was looking forward to it … well, it certainly wasn’t for the games and rides. No, his reasons were a bit more selfish: he was simply looking forward to some downtime with Reese and if it meant congregating with the rest of the town, so be it.
He just wasn’t sure he could get in the spirit of it today. Ever since they learned that Juliet Prince was involved in the false kidnapping scheme that resulted in JJ’s house being blown to smithereens a week ago, he hadn’t been sleeping much. It didn’t help that they had no idea where the woman was or her next move, but something in his gut said they needed to be hypervigilant.
Brantley’s watch buzzed at the same time Reese’s did, which meant only one thing.
“Looks like they’re right on time,” Reese said. “Why don’t you go out and greet ’em. I’ll head to the barn, start the coffee.”
Brantley nodded because he would take any direction offered. This was foreign territory for him. He had never applied for a job in his life. Well, unless BUD/S, which stood for Basic Underwater Demolition/SEAL counted. But this wasn’t an endurance test that would allow his body and mind to prove his worthiness. This would require some schmoozing on his part and Brantley would be the first to admit, it wasn’t his strong suit.
With Tesha, their four-legged partner, leading the way, Brantley went to greet their guests.
Stepping out onto the front porch, he steeled his spine, geared up for convincing these men that absorbing the Off the Books Task Force was the best thing to do for everyone involved. Granted, he knew they were already leaning in that direction based on what RT had told him, but they’d driven two hundred miles from Dallas to Coyote Ridge on a Saturday, no less, to seal the deal.
“How was the trip?” Brantley asked, holding out his hand to RT after the man deposited his helmet on the handlebar of the Kawasaki Ninja H2R.
“Perfect way to spend a Saturday mornin’,” RT said with a wide grin, shaking Brantley’s hand in return.
“I told Reese I was still thinkin’ about gettin’ one of those.” Brantley nodded at the sportbike.
“Worth the investment,” RT replied. “You’re more than welcome to try it out if you’d like.”
Brantley grinned. “I might just take you up on that later.”
The other man strolled around, running one hand over his short hair, the other pulling off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of scrutinizing white-gray eyes.
“Brantley Walker, I’d like to introduce you to Hunter Kogan. Hunter, Brantley.”
“Nice to meet you,” Hunter said, gripping his hand firmly. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“Don’t believe everything you hear,” Brantley joked.
Hunter chuckled. “Likewise.” He nodded his head toward RT. “Especially if it comes from this one.”
RT rolled his eyes. “Anyone who knows me knows I only speak the truth. So when I say y’all are both assholes, you can bet it’s true.”
Brantley laughed, feeling some of the tension dissipate.
“Reese is out in the barn startin’ a pot of coffee. Y’all ready to check it out?”
Hunter’s worried gaze flipped between them. “No one said anything about spendin’ the day with animals.”
“I guess I could clarify. Converted barn. No animals.” Brantley glanced down at Tesha who was sitting at his feet, staring up at them, tongue lolling out of her mouth. “Well, except this girl.”
Hunter turned his attention on the dog. “She in trainin’? Or can I pet her?”
“Very early stages, so she’d much prefer you did.”
Hunter held out a hand, let Tesha sniff. When she gave him a slightly hesitant but approving lick, he reached down and patted her head.
“Is the rest of the team here?” RT asked, glancing around.
Brantley motioned for them to follow. “On their way. I asked ’em to be here by nine. Figured I’d give you a few minutes to look around before they arrived.”
“You tell them yet?”
“No. I just told Reese last night, in fact. I didn’t want to jump the gun.”
RT glanced at the house, then the barn. “Reese mentioned you moved your offices to the main house?”
“We converted a couple of the bedrooms on the second floor,” Brantley confirmed. “Added an exterior entrance. Gives us a little more room.”
“Probably doesn’t help with work-life balance,” Hunter noted. “Havin’ an office in the house.”
Brantley chuckled. “I didn’t realize there was such a thing.”
“Only in the movies,” RT joked.
Brantley keyed in the code to unlock the doors to the barn then stepped back out of the way to allow RT and Hunter to precede him.
“Wow. This is impressive,” RT said as he scanned the interior of the barn.
Brantley glanced around, trying to see it from their viewpoint. He’d spent so much time and effort on this place, he sometimes forgot what it had once been.
Aside from the architectural design—the pitch of the roof, the Y-shaped posts that held up the rafters, and the enormous sliding door—it didn’t resemble much of a barn on the inside anymore. The exterior walls had been insulated and an additional layer of wood, which he’d white-washed, added on the interior for energy efficiency. A solid, electronically controlled door had been installed for security. The original dirt floor had been covered with concrete, then stained and sealed. The hayloft had been converted, losing the original ladder and gaining a staircase. To the right of the door, a conference room had been added, and behind that, along the wall, there was a small kitchenette, a bathroom, and a storage area.
“You did this yourself?” Hunter asked, taking it all in.
“I had some help,” he admitted. “The barn was here when I bought the property. Needed a little bit of work on the exterior, but not much. Replaced some wood, slapped on a coat of paint, added some security. Reese and I built the staircase.”
“Impressive.”
“Thanks. Honestly, I hadn’t had this in mind when I did it. I was just playin’ around out here, passin’ time while I recovered and tried to figure out what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. Thought maybe it’d be a man cave of sorts, figured it was smart to safeguard it. Then once the governor proposed the task force, I knew it would be a good base of operations.”
“Since you don’t have walk-in clients, I can see that,” Hunter acknowledged.
Reese appeared, setting four empty coffee cups and a steaming carafe on the first desk he came to before formally greeting RT and Hunter.
“Help yourself,” Reese said. “Need cream or sugar?”
“This is perfect,” RT said, pouring a cup before resuming his exploration of the space.
When RT stopped at the base of the staircase, Brantley moved closer.
“That was an afterthought,” he explained. “When the team started to grow, we had to add on. Put in the staircase to utilize the loft square footage. Added the conference room.”
RT moved deeper into the room. “You’ve got what? Three thousand square feet in here?”
“A little more with the lof
t, but yeah.”
“Even with all this, you’ve got some extra room for growth.”
“We do.”
“I’m curious about this,” Hunter said, motioning toward the row of whiteboards mounted on the wall.
“Those are our evidence boards. We start one with each case. It allows us to see the visual breakdown of what we know and how it all relates.”
“Is that what this one is?” Hunter motioned toward the board at the end, which had various images taped to it as well as writing that connected a few dots.
“Yeah. We’ve been lookin’ into a social media scam, tryin’ to figure out who’s behind it.”
“I’ve heard about that,” RT said, stepping closer to the board. “They infiltrate the virtual community groups on Facebook and whatnot. Pretend to be a member, get to know the others.”
“Yep,” Brantley confirmed. “And in at least one instance that we know of, they’ve attempted to kidnap a kid.”
“Seriously?” Hunter’s voice had deepened. “That’s bullshit.”
“Yeah, well, unfortunately, that’s humanity for you.”
“You plan to continue lookin’ into it?”
Brantley met RT’s gaze. “Was hopin’ to.”
“I think you should.” RT glanced at Hunter. “You know what’d work great for them?”
Hunter nodded. “It definitely would.”
Lost, Brantley stared at the pair, wondered if they were going to share with the class.
“Oh, sorry.” RT smiled, looked back at the wall, and motioned with his hands. “We’ve been workin’ on a display screen that would allow us to do somethin’ similar. Ours is a bit more complex bein’ that we’re trackin’ multiple clients at a time. It’s digital and live, meaning it changes all the time as our agents update details. But it would work brilliantly for this, too.”
“Display screen?” Reese asked.
“It’s touch screen, like a tablet, only on a grander scale. You’d only need one because you could archive each case in a folder, open them as you need it. We’ve got software that would allow you to write notes, pin things in whatever order, show the images just like you would see them on an evidence board.”
“JJ would go apeshit,” Brantley said with a laugh.