Moving Target by Jance J. A

Author:Jance, J. A. [Jance, J. A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery, thriller, Crime, Suspense, Adult, Contemporary
Amazon: B00DPM7TW2
Barnesnoble: B00DPM7TW2
Goodreads: 51084852
Publisher: Gallery
Published: 2014-02-18T08:00:00+00:00

Back in the suite, Ali found the sitting room empty. The door to Leland’s room was closed, with no light showing in the crack under the door. It was only eleven. She was tempted to call B., but knowing he’d spent a long day on the plane, she decided to let him sleep. Instead, firing up her computer and finding the Wi-Fi connection working properly, Ali sent him a long e-mail, telling in detail about her visit to Banshee Group and her long chat with Thomas Blackfield after Leland’s abrupt departure from the bar.

When her phone rang, she was surprised to see Sister Anselm’s name in the caller window. “Hey,” Ali said, “how’s my favorite matron of honor?”

“I’m currently your favorite patient advocate,” Sister Anselm said. “Have you had a chance to look into the situation with Lance’s former teacher?”

“Not yet. I was busy all day, and someone ran me off the road on the way back to the hotel. Hang on. Let me take a look at my mail.”

There were no direct messages from Stu on her e-mail list, but there was one from her mother at High Noon. When she opened it there was another scenic Sedona photo, which no doubt contained an encoded message from Stu. Turning from her computer, Ali reached for her purse and began searching for her thumb drive.

“You were run off the road?” Sister Anselm interjected. “Are you all right? Did you get hurt?”

“Bruised by the seat belt but otherwise fine.”

“What happened?”

“A guy swerved into my lane. I managed to avoid hitting him, but my car ended up in a ditch. What makes the case even more interesting is that the Good Samaritan who pulled me out of the wreckage turned out to be a car thief.”

“You have the uncanny ability to attract trouble wherever you go,” Sister Anselm said with a laugh.

“Thanks for laughing,” Ali said. “It didn’t seem all that funny when I was hanging upside down in the rental car. Hertz doesn’t think it’s especially funny, either. What’s happening on your end of the world?”

The laughter went out of Sister Anselm’s voice. “I ordered Lance’s mother to take the night off. She went home to spend some time with Lance’s brothers, who have barely seen her since all this happened. She just called, though. On her way through San Leandro, she uncovered something I’d like High Noon to look into. It could be important.”

“What?”

“LeAnne stopped off to see a woman named Susannah Bissell. Susannah is the daughter of last night’s fire victim.”

“Yes,” Ali said. “Lowell Dunn. B. told me about him earlier. What happened?”

“According to Susannah, Mr. Dunn mentioned that he thought he knew who might have been involved in what happened to Lance—a guy by the name of Marvin Cotton.”

“Who’s he and what do we know about him?” Ali asked.

“Not a lot,” Sister Anselm said. “I tried Googling him but didn’t get anywhere. According to Susannah he’s currently a guard at the same juvenile facility where Lance Tucker was incarcerated but a number of years ago, Cotton was also an inmate there.

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