Dead to Rights (A Joanna Brady Mystery) by J. A. Jance
By J. A. Jance
Sheriff Joanna Brady of Cochise County, Arizona, reveals herself in the middle of threat and deception whilst she makes an attempt to unique revenge for the homicide of her police officer husband.
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His whole being remained fixed on his wife’s crushed body and on the spot of pavement where the trickle of blood had become a puddle. Burying his face in his hands, Hal subsided once again next to his wife’s body. The ambulance and fire trucks might be coming, but he knew that whatever aid they brought would be too little, too late. Bonnie Genevieve Morgan—Hal’s beloved Bonnie Jean—was dead at the age of fifty-two. A uniformed police officer burst through the crowd. ” he demanded. ” “He killed her,” Hal Morgan murmured brokenly into his cupped hands.
Jenny yelled angrily from the laundry-room door. “I’ll ride my bike to the bus stop, and I don’t care if you take Tigger to the vet or not. Just leave him here if you want to. ” Stunned by her daughter’s angry outburst, Joanna started with a conciliatory “Jenny,” but by then the child was beyond hearing. She had slammed the outside door as well, rattling the window, and was already halfway across the yard on her way to the old farm equipment shed that served as a garage. Fighting back tears herself, Joanna followed Jenny as far as the door, but she didn’t open it.
The speeding vehicle, a late-model full-sized Chevy pickup of some kind, bounced over the edge of the sidewalk and then slid, spinning out of control, into the intersection. Hal jumped back out of the way and tried to pull Bonnie with him, but he was too late. One moment Hal was holding Bonnie’s hand; the next she was yanked from his grasp. He stood there frozen in stunned silence as she flew away from him, up into the air, seeming to float above him like a rag doll someone had tossed out of the window of a moving vehicle.