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Audiobook Month Celebration Continues with a New Giveaway

Audiobook MonthI’m still celebrating Audiobook Month and I hope you are, too.  It’s a terrific excuse to discover new writers and narrators. I hope you’re finding some wonderful reads to wile away the time.

 

th_196fed19a57c6bc2e3b62660cdf2abbd_TheCrossingTradeLately, I’ve been very into my own genre, suspense. Right now, I’m listening to Michael Connelly’s The Crossing. (Harry Bosch TheBoneCollectorMM-220x354teams up with Lincoln Lawyer Mickey Haller)  On tap next is Jeffrey Deaver’s The Bone Collector (the first Lincoln Rhyme title) and then Kathleen glory-over-everything-9781476748443_lgGrissom’s follow up to The Kitchen House, Glory Over Everything.

 

I love to hear who’s reading what and getting recommendations for my “to be listened to” pile, so please share some of your favorites with me here or on social media.

 

Mary Burton THE SHARK cover image hi res 4-28-16Meanwhile, time’s running out for another Audiobook Month Grab the Evidence Bag Giveaway of audio editions for some of my books.  I hope you’ll enter to win the latest “grab bag.” And, if you’d like to check it out, here’s a preview of the audiobook edition of my latest, The Shark.

 

 

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Shark Short: In which Clay and Riley hear the clock ticking

Riley slid to the edge of the booth, pulled another business card from her back pocket, and pressed it into Sandy’s hand. “Just in Did you miss this excerMary Burton THE SHARK cover image hi res 4-28-16pt from The Shark? It’s the final of four that have appeared on Forensic Fridays that I’ve been “re-sharing.” I’m hoping those who missed them will have a chance to enjoy these “Shark Shorts” the second time around.

 

Virginia state trooper Riley Tatum and former FBI agent Clay Bowman searach for an at risk missing person with in this excerpt from The Shark, the first of my The Forgotten Files novels.

“I can help you, Sandy.”

“Don’t worry about me,” she said, sliding from the booth. “Just find Cassie. She has a chance to get out.”

case.”

“I have your number.”

“Then give it to another girl who needs help.”

“You lived on the streets, didn’t you?”

Riley dug a twenty out of her pocket, set it on the table, and placed her untouched coffee cup on top of it. “What makes you say that?”

“A vibe. Like you get what it’s like. No judgment in your eyes.”

“I been a cop for eight years. I’ve seen my share.”

“A lot of cops see.” She texted a message on her cell phone. “Few understand.”

“Lucky, I guess.”

“See you around, Lucky.”

Riley watched the girl push through the front door and cross the lot outside. She moved toward a dark truck, spoke to the driver, and climbed inside the cab.

Never in Riley’s career had she wanted to see two people behind bars or dead more than she did Darla and Jax. Jo-Jo might not ever testify against Jax, but he’d broken enough laws, including evading the police and possession of drugs in his car, to get him some time in prison. A prison sentence would give her the time to build a human trafficking case against him.

Outside, she walked toward the parking lot, watching as Bowman stepped away from his vehicle. He wore a dark sports coat over his white shirt and dark pants, but when a flap of wind caught the edges of the jacket she glimpsed the weapon at his side.

“What did she say?” he asked.

“There’s a motel about twenty miles east of here.”

“You want to check it out?”

“I do. If we don’t find Cassie, I’ll call Sharp.”

“Let’s go.”

The first forty-eight hours in a missing persons case were the most critical. Didn’t seem like a case could go cold so fast, but the best leads vanished with the ticking clock. She didn’t want to rely on Bowman, but she wanted to stack the odds in her favor. She didn’t want to lose this hand. “Okay.”

“I’ll be right behind you. If we get separated, wait for me.”

“Understood.”

Originally shared 5/27/16  in my Forensic Friday post “The First 48 Hours.”

 The Forgotten Files return this November with The Dollmaker .
Mary Burton THE DOLLMAKER cover image hi-res 5-4-16 

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Shark Short: In which Riley wakes up to the truth

Did you miss this excerMary Burton THE SHARK cover image hi res 4-28-16pt from The Shark? It’s the third of four that have appeared on Forensic Fridays that I’ve been “re-sharing.” I’m hoping those who missed them will have a chance to enjoy these “Shark Shorts” the second time around.

Here we see Virginia State Trooper Riley Tatum facing dealing with insomnia and using the time to research killings that may have similarities to victims in her area.

 

She checked the time. Several more hours to go before the alarm went off at seven and she would have to drag Hanna out of bed for her track practice. Wide awake and with no hope of getting back to sleep, she rose, shrugged off her nightgown, and tugged on her gym clothes. Cooper glanced up from his crate, but when she signaled they didn’t have to work, he curled back up to sleep. She carried her running shoes and laptop into the kitchen and fired up the coffeemaker.

While toasting a frozen bagel, Riley thought about last night’s meal she’d shared with Bowman. She hated leaving good food on the table. No matter how many years had passed, she never forgot the raw gnawing of hunger dished out to her by the streets. Since those days, she never wasted food. God, the steak on her plate had been so tender she could have cut it with a blunt knife. And she’d left most of it. Damn.

Finishing the last of the bagel, she moved to her computer. She typed: serial killer, New Orleans, and strangled girls. Everything and nothing popped up, so she added the date from twelve years ago. A few references hit that briefly mentioned four girls, all minors, found dead. Strangled. Because the girls were underage their names were never released. The bodies were all displayed in places where they could be easily found. There were no follow-up stories.

All the victims matched a similar description. Dark hair, dark eyes, between sixteen and seventeen, and all runaways. Just like her.

None of the articles mentioned playing cards discovered at any of the crime scenes. That made sense. Always a smart idea for cops to keep a few facts undisclosed that only the killer knew.

Absently, her fingertips now went to her neck. There’d been no sign of bruising on her neck. The needle marks had healed on her arm. Now, she almost doubted it had happened. But the playing cards didn’t lie. They were the evidence that she’d been taken.

Absently, her fingertips now went to her neck. There’d been no sign of bruising on her neck. The needle marks had healed on her arm. Now, she almost doubted it had happened. But the playing cards didn’t lie. They were the evidence that she’d been taken.

Originally shared 5/17/16  in my Forensic Friday post “Killers with Calling Cards.”
 The Forgotten Files return this November with The Dollmaker .
Mary Burton THE DOLLMAKER cover image hi-res 5-4-16 

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