Two friends track a lethal murderer
As a childhood bond is put on the line
Disgraced FBI agent Nolan Colton returns home to lick his wounds...only to find death on his doorstep. After a woman’s body is dug up in a parking lot, his longtime friend PI Summer Davies enlists his crime-solving expertise. Nolan can’t help but admire all-grown-up Summer’s tenacity, but new leads take their case in a killer direction—one that threatens the future of their entire case...and their own lives.
“You’re talking about Patrice Eccleston?”
“Yeah. You heard about her?”
“The family was discussing the case last night at dinner.” Nolan paused briefly before adding, “I’m staying on my cousins’ ranch. Same room I used all those summers as a kid.”
Summer smiled. “I’m guessing Josephine hasn’t changed a thing in that room since the last time you stayed there.”
“You’d be right.” He stirred his chili, blew on a spoonful and said, “I want in.”
She paused with a french fry halfway to her mouth. “Pardon?”
“Your murder investigation. I’m sitting on my butt out at the ranch doing nothing except mucking stalls in the morning and watching Jeopardy! in the afternoon with Josephine. I’m an FBI special agent, Summer. I can help you, and I want in.”
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Dear Reader,
I was thrilled when I was invited to write this Colton book. Why? Because...the Coltons! Duh. (They’re awesome!) And because the story was a friends-to-lovers plot, which is one of my favorites to write...and read. And because my genius editor and fellow fan of cats, Patience Bloom, agreed to let me feature her furry child in this book. I’ve immortalized my own felines on the pages of my books for years, so it seemed fitting to do the same for Yossi.
I hope you’ll enjoy this, the last book in the Colton 911 continuity. I fell in love with struggling PI Summer Davies and her childhood friend embattled FBI agent Nolan Colton. Their teasing rapport, undeniable chemistry and loyalty to each other really came to life for me. Can these two best friends find a way forward as they join forces to solve the many loose threads still dangling in Whisperwood, Texas? Will the case bring them closer or tear them apart? And can an FBI agent under a cloud of suspicion clear his name and find the courage to claim real happiness and the love of a lifetime? So welcome back to Whisperwood, Texas, as the Colton clan faces one last 911 challenge the way Coltons do—unified with courage and love. Happy reading!
Beth
COLTON 911:
DEADLY TEXAS REUNION
Beth Cornelison
Beth Cornelison began working in public relations before pursuing her love of writing romance. She has won numerous honors for her work, including a nomination for the RWA RITA® Award for The Christmas Stranger. She enjoys featuring her cats (or friends’ pets) in her stories and always has another book in the pipeline! She currently lives in Louisiana with her husband, one son and three spoiled cats. Contact her via her website, bethcornelison.com.
Books by Beth Cornelison
Harlequin Romantic Suspense
Colton 911
Colton 911: Deadly Texas Reunion
The McCall Adventure Ranch
Rancher’s Deadly Reunion
Rancher’s High-Stakes Rescue
Rancher’s Covert Christmas
Rancher’s Hostage Rescue
Cowboy Christmas Rescue
“Rescuing the Witness”
Rock-a-Bye Rescue
“Guarding Eve”
The Mansfield Brothers
The Return of Connor Mansfield
Protecting Her Royal Baby
The Mansfield Rescue
Black Ops Rescues
Soldier’s Pregnancy Protocol
The Reunion Mission
Cowboy’s Texas Rescue
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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
Epilogue
Excerpt from Under the Agent’s Protection by Jennifer D. Bokal
Prologue
Chicago FBI field office
FBI Special Agent Nolan Colton hated suits almost as much as he hated today’s unexpected summons to his boss’s office. As he waited to be called back, he tugged at the collar of his dress shirt and readjusted the tie that threatened to strangle him. His knee bounced while he waited. Patience had never been his forte. What the hell could have happened to warrant this urgent confab with the special agent in charge? Nothing good.
Nolan reached in his coat pocket for an antacid and chewed it. His gut had been torn up with dread all night. His boss’s tone of voice when he’d called last night instructing Nolan to report to this meeting had been grave and terse.
When the SAC’s administrative assistant finally called him to the inner office, he took a deep breath, tugged his shirtsleeves to straighten them and strode into his boss’s domain with his head high and his back ramrod straight.
The first thing Nolan noticed when he entered Special Agent in Charge Dean Humboldt’s office was that they weren’t alone. Deputy Assistant Director Jim Greenley sat in one of the chairs opposite Humboldt, and a man Nolan didn’t know but who seemed vaguely familiar occupied the seat to the left of Humboldt’s desk. The second thing Nolan noticed was he wasn’t invited to take a seat.
He assumed a rigid stance, feet slightly apart, shoulders back, hands clasped behind him. “Good morning, sirs.”
“Special Agent Colton,” the deputy assistant director said by way of greeting, adding a quick dip of his chin.
The SAC’s administrative assistant left, closing the door behind her, and Nolan experienced a brief moment of claustrophobia. His tie seemed to tighten like a noose.
“Thank you for coming this morning, Special Agent Colton,” Humboldt said.
“I didn’t get the impression when you called me last night that I had a choice.”
Humboldt cleared his throat. “No. A rather serious matter has been brought to my attention, and we need to address it.”
“I’ve never known the Bureau to handle anything that wasn’t serious.” He twitched a grin, but his attempt at humor fell flat. Humboldt scowled, and Greenley exchanged a look with the third man, who had yet to be introduced. “Sorry. What matter is that, sir?”
Humboldt opened a manila file folder and slid a large black-and-white photograph across the desk. “This.”
Nolan stepped forward to look at the picture, and what he saw there sh
ot adrenaline to his marrow. A shot of himself. In an erotic and compromising position with a fellow special agent.
Well, hell. He’d thought the ill-advised, one-time tryst with his partner had been discreet, something he could bury. They’d been alone in her hotel room. So where had the picture come from? The obvious answer rattled him. Angered him.
“Um.” Nolan blinked. “Where did you get this?”
“We’re asking the questions today, Special Agent Colton,” DAD Greenley said.
“You recognize the woman in the photo, Special Agent?”
He jerked a nod. “Special Agent Charlotte O’Toole. We worked a case together last year in Portland.” He drew a slow breath, deciding honesty was his best policy. “Obviously, things got out of control one night. It was a mistake, but it was just a one-time thing.”
Humboldt divided a glance between the other two men. Greenley arched one graying eyebrow.
When Humboldt slid another picture toward him with much the same content, Nolan gritted his back teeth.
“What is it you say happened that night, Special Agent Colton?” Humboldt asked. His boss’s continued formal use of Nolan’s official title rather than his first name unsettled Nolan.
He frowned and tilted his head in confusion. “I’d think that was pretty clear. Are you asking for scurrilous details? Because, I have to say, sir, I find it crass of a man to kiss and tell.”
Humboldt folded his hands on his desk. “Generally, I do, too. But considering the allegations Special Agent O’Toole has made against you, I think you’d be wise to share your side of the events of that night.”
A chill raced down Nolan’s spine. “Allegations?” He could barely choke the word out. His pulse thundered in his ears as he looked from one grim face to another. “Wh-what is she alleging?”
“She claims you assaulted her.”
Nolan’s blood froze, and he had the very real, very scary sense of his career, his reputation, slipping away like a wild mustang jerking the reins from his hands. He struggled for a breath. “What?”
“Special Agent O’Toole came forward last week with claims that you made advances toward her over a period of several days while you two were on assignment. She claims she consistently rebuffed your advances and reminded you such behavior was both unprofessional and unwelcome by her.”
Disbelief clogged Nolan’s throat. He made sputtering noises, but shock rendered him mute.
“Believing she would need evidence of your behavior to substantiate her claim, she hid a camera to capture further incidents as proof.”
More like she wanted to frame me. Nolan’s hands fisted. He’d been set up. But why?
Humboldt tapped the file folder. “There are more if you’d like to see them, but they are much alike and tell the same story.”
Nolan glanced at the incriminating picture again, noting this time that the shot showed him bowing Charlotte back, as if the aggressor, while her hands were against his chest as if pushing him away. Her head was turned as if avoiding his kiss instead of providing access to her slim neck and bared shoulder.
Fighting for composure, Nolan said gruffly, “I’d like to see the other pictures, just the same.”
His boss handed him the file.
Beside Humboldt’s desk, the third man huffed irritably, but Nolan ignored him as he thumbed through the rest of the snapshots. Every one of the images gave the impression that Nolan had been an assailant and Charlotte his unwilling victim. Which was far from the truth. Missing from the file were dozens of other moments in which Charlotte had seduced him, pressured him, ravaged him. He saw now that she’d made a point of staging plenty of poses providing evidence to the contrary. But still he wondered, why?
He and Charlotte had worked well together. He’d liked her—obviously—and thought they had a good professional and personal relationship. So what had made her turn on him? No. Not turn on him. That indicated a change of heart. For her to plant the camera, pose the pictures and pursue him with the fervor that she had—because she had, in fact, been the instigator, pushing him to violate his professional ethics for the one-night stand—this whole situation had to have been premeditated. Charlotte had used him. Betrayed him.
“That bitch,” Nolan muttered under his breath.
The third man puffed up and growled, “I’ll thank you not to speak that way about my wife.”
Freshly stunned, Nolan jerked his gaze to the older man. “Your wife?”
“You didn’t know?” Greenley asked.
Nolan snorted, no longer caring about comportment or respect for his superiors. “Obviously not.”
He was being railroaded with false charges, and he’d defend himself with everything he had.
Greenley turned up a palm. “Special Agent O’Toole married the senator five years ago.”
“Six years ago,” the third man corrected.
Nolan gave his head a small shake as if he’d heard wrong. “I’m sorry...the senator?”
Humboldt nodded toward the man in question. “Yes. US Senator George Dell of Nebraska.”
Holy crap. He’d slept with the wife of a US senator? And Charlotte had said nothing about a husband—certainly not a husband with so much power.
The bad vibe he’d had even before entering Humboldt’s office had cranked up by a factor of ten. A hundred.
Nolan’s entire body tensed. Fire flashed through his veins. He thought his heart might pound right through his chest. A kaleidoscope of emotions battled for dominance as his brain numbly processed the accusation and ramifications. He had to lock his knees to keep his shaking legs under him. “Th-this is all, uh...a big misunderstanding.”
“You’re denying her claims?” Humboldt asked.
He jerked a stunned gaze to his boss. Humboldt had worked with him long enough to know Nolan’s character better than that. How could his boss even think he was capable of such a heinous thing?
He threw the folder of photos back on Humboldt’s desk. “Hell yes, I deny it! I’m not a sexual assailant!”
The senator shoved to his feet, his hands balled. “So you’re calling my wife a liar?”
Nolan reeled in the curt reply on his tongue at the last possible moment. He needed to be careful what he said, how he said it. He didn’t want his accusers to have any more rope to hang him with. As it was, defending himself from charges of sexual assault would be tricky at best.
He struggled for a calm tone as he faced the senator, but a throbbing pulse pounded at his temples. “All I can tell you is that I didn’t know Charlotte was married, and what happened between us was not assault. I know you don’t want to hear it, but it was one hundred percent consensual.”
Nolan stood his ground as the senator took two aggressive steps toward him, the man’s teeth gritted and bared, his face florid. “You son of a—”
Greenley caught the senator’s arm. “Sir, please. Have a seat.”
Turning back to Humboldt, Nolan scrubbed a hand down his face. “Sir, you know me. You know these charges are preposterous. I would never...could never...”
“My personal opinion doesn’t matter.” Humboldt’s expression was stern but apologetic. “A matter of this magnitude requires an internal investigation.”
An investigation. Somehow knowing the incident would be explored gave Nolan a seed of hope. Surely the investigation would uncover the truth. He’d be exonerated and his name cleared, his reputation—
“Until the investigation is complete, you’re hereby suspended without pay—”
“What!” he shouted, gut punched.
“Effective immediately.” Humboldt stuck his hand out. “I need your badge and your service weapon.”
Nolan gaped at his boss. This couldn’t be happening. His career was everything to him. This smear to his character and reputation, even if found innocent, would follow him forever.
/> He cut a glance to Greenley, praying for reprieve, but met a stony countenance.
“I swear I didn’t... I’d never...” He shook his head, and his chest contracted so hard he couldn’t catch his breath.
Humboldt’s hand was still extended to him, but Nolan refused to let the senator, whose smug grin gnawed at Nolan, see him surrender his weapon.
“This is bullshit!” Nolan turned on his heel and marched out of the office.
He’d made it as far as the elevator when Humboldt caught up to him. “Nolan, wait!”
Whirling around, he jabbed a finger toward his boss—ex-boss?—and growled, “You know I didn’t do what she’s accusing me of. I would never take advantage of a woman that way! Hell, man, you trusted me to drive your daughter to her apartment after the barbecue back in July!”
“I have no choice,” Humboldt said, holding out his hand, palm up, again. “Damn it, Nolan. My hands are tied. It’s your word against hers, and she has incriminating photographs.”
Seething, Nolan unfastened his holster and slapped his service weapon into his boss’s hand. “Yeah, well-selected photos. But where are the ones of the times in between the posed shots? She was all over me, Dean. It was her idea, and she took the lead, no matter what the pictures say.”
“Your badge and ID.”
Nolan groaned his frustration as he fished in his pocket for his credentials. “We’ve had this discussion before—how much we both abhor the sort of man who harasses and demeans women. God, it makes me sick to be lumped in the same category with scum like that!” He smacked his FBI shield and ID wallet into Humboldt’s hand. “I have no idea what’s behind all this. But, please, Dean, don’t let them railroad me. This has to be political, or... I don’t know. But it’s a load of crap. I swear!”
To his credit, Humboldt looked grief stricken as he shook his head. “Go home, Nolan. Use the time to...go fishing or see old friends.”
He scoffed. “Fishing? That’s all you have for me?”
His boss lifted a shoulder. “I’m sorry.”
Nolan jabbed the elevator button before deciding to take the stairs. He had adrenaline to burn off. Stalking away, he fisted his hands at his sides. The injustice clawed at him. After so many years working to get where he was within the Bureau, it had been snatched away in a heartbeat. And the best his boss had was “Go fishing or see old friends”?
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