Buried Secrets (1 Men Of Valor)(Paperback)Irene Hannon
They both wanted quieter, safer lives.
But crime never sleeps . . .and killers keep killing.
After years as a Chicago homicide detective, Lisa Grant is ready for the kinder, gentler life of a small-town police chief. But the discovery of a human skeleton by a construction crew at the edge of town taxes department resources. Enter ex-Navy SEAL Mac McGregor, the detective sent by the county to assist on the case. As they work to solve the mystery behind the unmarked grave, danger begins to shadow them. Someone doesn't want this dead person telling any tales--and will stop at nothing to make certain a life-shattering secret stays buried.
About the Author
Irene Hannon is the bestselling author of more than fifty novels, including One Perfect Spring, Hope Harbor, and Sea Rose Lane, as well as the Private Justice and Men of Valor suspense series. Her books have been honored with three coveted RITA Awards from Romance Writers of America, two Carol Awards, two Reviewers' Choice Awards from RT Book Reviews magazine, a Retailers' Choice Award, three HOLT Medallions, two Booksellers' Best Awards, and a National Readers' Choice Award. She is also a two-time Christy Award finalist.
Size140 x 216 mm
Series - CollectionMen of Valor
Number of Pages384 pp
PublisherBaker Book House
Mac McGregor had no trouble finding the site, even if St. Louis
was new turf for him. You didn’t have to be a detective to figure
out that a police cruiser, yellow crime scene tape, and a media
van marked the spot.
Pulling up beside the squad car, he scanned the construction
site for the police chief of the small municipality who’d put in
the call to County for assistance.
An officer stood in the distance, talking to a woman and a guy
in a hard hat. He seemed on the young side, based on a quick
glimpse of his profile, but he was the only uniformed presence
on the scene. Since Carson was more village than town, maybe
they’d had to take what they could get for the chief job when
they’d established the department last year.
Mac set the brake, grabbed the notebook and sport coat in
the passenger seat, and slid out from behind the wheel. Once
he’d slipped the jacket on, he ducked under the yellow tape and
wove through the idle construction equipment.
The trio was facing away from him now, toward a slight
depression in the ground, and he stopped about four feet away.
All three of them turned.
He stuck out his hand toward the oZcer in the middle.
“I’m Chief Grant.”
The woman to the man’s right spoke, her voice brisk, busi-
nesslike—and a touch irritated.
He checked out the nameplate above the guy’s left pocket.
Officer Craig Shelton.
So much for making a good first impression.
He shifted his attention to the woman—and gave silent thanks
for the sunglasses that hid the slight widening of his eyes.
Chief Grant was drop-dead gorgeous.
But he had a feeling she would not appreciate his apprecia-
Too bad his so-called buddy Mitch hadn’t warned him she was
smoking hot when they’d run into each other earlier in the head-
quarters parking lot. It was the least SEALs—or ex-SEALs—
could do for each other.