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  This Christmas could be her last...

  Unless Covert Operatives shield her

  Prosecutor and single mom Melinda Steele thought her nightmare ended when her abusive husband died, but now someone wants her dead by Christmas. Navy SEAL turned security operative Noah Cason needs her to get justice in his sister’s disappearance, but first he’ll have to keep her alive. And his mission shifts from difficult to almost impossible when Melinda reveals who she suspects is really after her.

  VIRGINIA VAUGHAN is a born-and-raised Mississippi girl. She is blessed to come from a large Southern family, and her fondest memories include listening to stories recounted around the dinner table. She was a lover of books from a young age, devouring tales of romance, danger and love. She soon started writing them herself. You can connect with Virginia through her website, virginiavaughanonline.com, or through the publisher.

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  Virginia Vaughan

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  ISBN: 978-1-474-08652-3

  DEADLY CHRISTMAS DUTY

  © 2018 Virginia Vaughan

  Published in Great Britain 2018

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  Anxiety exploded into full-on panic.

  The fear of plunging into the water had forced her to relive that long-ago night of terror. But she’d made it out that night, and it had been seven years with no sign of her husband. And no indication he’d ever made it out of that lake alive.

  How could she explain this to Noah? No one could know the truth.

  She didn’t hear the roaring sound until headlights bore down on her. She screamed and ran, but the vehicle kept coming, as if calling her name.

  I’m coming for you, Melinda. I’m coming for you.

  Only when the crowd approached did the car turn and roar down the road.

  Noah reached her and she fell into his arms. “I heard you scream. What happened?”

  Panic morphed into tears and she clung to him. “He tried to run me down.”

  “Who?”

  All she knew was that whoever was after her wasn’t giving up. Not until he killed her.

  Dear Reader,

  Does it ever seem to you that the bad people of the world get a pass and justice is never served? Sometimes it feels that way to me, and this is the very issue Noah is fighting with throughout the story. All he wants is justice for his sister, but it seems to elude him. He’s disillusioned by all the evil and chaos he’s seen and wondering how a good God can allow it.

  But as Noah learns, we must have faith. We have a God who is always on His throne. He doesn’t sleep. He’s never absent. And He doesn’t have to wonder whether or not someone is guilty of evil deeds. He doesn’t need to collect evidence or proof. He knows. He sees into the hearts of men and gives justice to those who have been wronged. Sometimes, like Noah, we get to see justice done in our lifetimes, but we must never despair that God is the ultimate judge and His justice will always prevail.

  Thank you for joining me for Noah and Melinda’s story. I love hearing from my readers. You can connect with me on my website, virginiavaughanonline.com, or at Facebook.com/ginvaughanbooks.

  Sincerely,

  Virginia

  And he said, Come. And when Peter was come down out of the ship, he walked on the water, to go to Jesus.

  —Matthew 14:29

  To my mom, who I often go to when I’m stuck on a project. You probably never thought you’d be plotting to kill people with your daughter. Life is crazy, isn’t it?

  Contents

  Cover

  Back Cover Text

  About the Author

  Booklist

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Introduction

  Dear Reader

  Bible Verse

  Dedication

  ONE

  TWO

  THREE

  FOUR

  FIVE

  SIX

  SEVEN

  EIGHT

  NINE

  EPILOGUE

  Extract

  About the Publisher

  ONE

  Prosecutor Melinda Steele dug through her purse to find the keys that unlocked her office door. Her assistant, Dawn, was out to lunch, and the rest of the suite appeared empty on this Saturday afternoon. She found her keys but stopped when she went to slide one into the lock. Her door was cracked open; the latch never engaged.

  Uneasiness prickled her neck. Dawn was always good about making sure everything was locked up before she left for lunch. It was possible she’d been distracted and forgotten, but a sinister dread crept through Melinda as it always did whenever something jarred her out of her normal routine.

  Stop being so paranoid, she told herself as she tried to shake off those fears of bygone days when she constantly peered over her shoulder, always watching for the bad thing that was coming for her and her son. But Ramey was now six years old, and the big bad man had never come for them. They were safe here in Daytonville, Alabama, safe in the comfort and anonymity of the small-town life she’d grown to love.

  She pushed open her door and walked inside, scanning her office. Everything looked fine. Everything was in its place, and nothing looked askew. That helped reassure her that she was being oversensitive. She touched the photo of Ramey on her desk as she walked by it and sat down. He was fine. They were both fine. They’d escaped the past, and no one was coming for them now. And the door had been l
ocked. Dawn had simply forgotten to pull it shut all the way. It was nothing but a mistake.

  She turned on her computer and took out a case file she needed to update as it went through the screens of booting up. A knock on the door grabbed her attention, and she looked up into the most beautiful deep green, long-lashed eyes of a man she’d ever seen. The rest of his face was masculine and his jaw strong. His broad shoulders filled the doorway, but he wasn’t a large man, just fit.

  He stepped inside and extended his hand to shake. “Miss Steele? My name is Noah Cason. I’m Nikki Lassiter’s brother. I was hoping I could have a moment to speak with you.”

  Nikki’s brother. The former Navy SEAL. That explained the muscles, as well as the hauntingly familiar eyes she’d seen staring at her from a photo on his sister’s mantel.

  She stood and gripped his hand. It was strong and intense. “Certainly. Won’t you sit down? I knew your sister very well. She was my son’s teacher two years ago and we became close friends. I’m very sorry for your loss.”

  The words seemed empty even to her as she spoke them, but what else could she say? Sorry the man who was supposed to protect your sister was a monster in disguise? Sorry your kid sister has vanished without a trace and is probably dead?

  “Thank you.” He sat, but she noticed the way he scanned the room, probably memorizing each and every detail. She smiled, recalling how Nikki had told her about his tendency to do that even before he’d joined the service. He’d been good at assessing people and places and quickly understanding the situation. She’d been proud of her brother, but sad that they had grown apart after he’d left town to join the navy.

  “What can I do for you, Mr. Cason?”

  “I arrived in town this morning and drove by my sister’s house. Imagine my surprise to see my brother-in-law outside mowing the lawn instead of sitting in a jail cell where he belongs.”

  His words had bite, and she flinched at them. She understood his frustration that Wayne Lassiter was still a free man. She even shared it. She’d had confirmation from Nikki herself that her husband was an abusive, violent man.

  “Believe me. No one wants to see Wayne Lassiter in prison more than I do.”

  “Then what’s the problem?”

  “Evidence. We don’t have enough. Without a body, we have no crime scene, and without a crime scene, we have no case. Everything we have on him is circumstantial, and it’s not enough to take to court.”

  “My sister has been missing for a hundred and twenty-five days. Are you telling me the police in this town haven’t found one shred of evidence to put that monster away?”

  “It’s not for lack of trying, Mr. Cason.”

  He rubbed a hand over his weary-looking face. “My sister is missing. She’s been missing for months, and no one is doing anything to try to find her?”

  “That’s not true. This entire community has rallied together to try to locate her. We held searches, and hundreds of people showed up to help. Nikki was loved by a lot of people in Daytonville.”

  He stood and roamed the room, restless energy pulsing off him like a tiger on the prowl. She’d tried to contact him after Nikki vanished, but the man on the other end of the number she had for him informed her he was out of the country on assignment and could not be reached. What it must have been like for him working on the other side of the world to find his only sister had been missing for months without his knowledge.

  “When did you find out?”

  “Three weeks ago. It took me until today to make arrangements to get back to the States. My plane landed two hours ago and I drove directly here.” He turned to her. “What’s being done to investigate Wayne? Are you monitoring his phone calls? Staking him out?”

  She was stunned by his sudden change in direction and floundered for an answer. “No—no, we’re not doing any of that. We don’t have the budget for high-stakes surveillance, and even if we did, we don’t have the evidence to support a warrant for one.”

  He slammed his hand against her desk and she jumped, suddenly worried about what he might do. He was highly trained and obviously agitated. Was she going to have to worry about him going rogue and taking out Wayne on his own...and how upset would she really be if he did?

  However, when he looked at her, she saw sadness gleaming in his green eyes. “I should have been there for her.”

  She nodded. She felt similarly. She’d known about the abuse Nikki had suffered at Wayne’s hands and she’d wanted to help, but Nikki had to be the one to want out, and Melinda had never been able to convince her friend to leave. She’d come close once, until Nikki discovered she was pregnant and insisted on sticking out the marriage for the sake of her child.

  “Do you think he killed her?” Noah asked so softly that at first Melinda wasn’t certain she’d heard him, but he glanced her way, waiting for her response.

  In most cases she would never tell a grieving relative what she really thought if she couldn’t back it up with evidence, but this was no ordinary situation. She wasn’t looking at this from a legal standpoint where she’d only heard suspicions of abuse in the relationship. She’d had the confirmation from the victim herself, and she got the impression from Noah Cason that he really wanted to know her opinion. “I absolutely believe it,” she told him truthfully.

  “She deserves better than this. She deserves justice and a proper burial. I need your help to make that happen.”

  She nodded, suddenly intrigued at the idea of having another set of eyes on the case. The local police had long given up on uncovering additional evidence, and she suspected it had more to do with Wayne Lassiter’s friendship with the chief of police than the lack of leads to follow up on.

  “I’ll do whatever I can to help you. Nikki was my friend and I want justice for her, too. Let me get her file.” She reached under her desk for her briefcase. She’d taken the file home with her last night as she often did to peruse it and look for new clues. She pulled out her briefcase, but something stopped her—another image under her desk that caught the corner of her eye. It was pushed farther up under her desk. She reached in and pulled it out. It was a backpack that she didn’t recognize.

  “What in the world?” she muttered as she set it on her desk. Her mind worked backward, trying to figure out who had been inside her office with a backpack in the past few days. She couldn’t think of one person.

  “What is it?” Noah asked.

  “I don’t know. I’ve never seen this before.” She unzipped the main compartment and pulled it open. Her stomach rolled when she spotted electrical wires that clued her in to what was inside the bag.

  Noah pushed to his feet. “What’s the matter? What is it?” He pulled the backpack open as she backed away from the attached ticking clock and the containers of dark liquid.

  Her blood ran cold as she fearfully stuttered out the answer to his question. “It’s a bomb.”

  * * *

  All his senses went on alert at the word bomb. He rounded the desk and looked inside the bag.

  She was right. It was definitely a bomb, most likely homemade. The backpack contained two canisters of a brownish liquid he knew was probably gasoline, with attached batteries for the detonation and a timer. One glance at the timer showed him they had only minutes before it went off.

  “Who else is in the building?” he asked as he grabbed her hand and hurried her toward the door.

  “I—I don’t know. No one. My assistant is gone to lunch and it’s Saturday, so most people are off.” He saw her glance around the suite. “I don’t know. I didn’t see anyone else when I came in.”

  “Run outside. Get clear of the building and call 911. I’m going to make sure no one else is here.”

  She nodded and ran for the door. He checked his watch. He had only four more minutes until that bomb went off, and hopefully it didn’t explode early. He hollered for anyone who could hear him
, then quickly ran through the offices, looking for signs of life. He saw none. No one but Melinda Steele was working today.

  He hurried outside and saw her on the phone as he cleared the doors. He had no idea how much damage that device could do, but he suspected it would tear apart the inside of the building. He scanned the street. Few people were out and no one was close to the building, but he felt the need to warn them anyway.

  “Get down!” he shouted as he sprinted across the lawn toward Melinda. “There’s a bomb in the building!”

  People turned at his yelling then screamed and dropped. Melinda spun around as he ran toward her, and he saw the shock on her face as the bomb ignited and fire blew out the windows of the building. It also sent him scuttling to the ground, his back nearly on fire from the heat of the blast, a reminder of how close he’d cut it to making it out safely.

  “Get down!” he shouted at her as glass sprayed the lawn and curb. She screamed and dropped to the ground, covering her head just as he did. The smell of fire and gasoline took him back to the embassy where two men had died and he’d nearly suffocated on the black smoke of fire bombs being thrown into buildings. His eight-man team had endured the heat and blinding smoke to search for the ambassador and his aide, who were known to be inside, but they’d been too late to help; too late because of political bureaucracy and his own hesitancy to act without orders.

  The heat flowing off the building pushed him back to the present, where he crawled toward Melinda, away from the burning structure. Her face was smudged with soot, her soft brown eyes wide with fear. Her clothes and hands were riddled with shards of glass. That would be unpleasant to remove, but at least she was alive. His ears were ringing from the explosion, but he swore he heard the whirl of sirens mixed in with it.

  He grabbed her arms and checked her over. “Are you okay?”