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    21 Weeks: Week 2
    21 Weeks: Week 2
    21 Weeks: Week 2
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    21 Weeks: Week 2

    By R.A. LaShea

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    Recruited to help hunt for a serial killer who has gone without capture for forty years, her second week in Homicide Detective Beck Nash already finds herself at odds with veteran detective Mick Bishop, the original lead on the case. Instincts pulling Beck one way, Bishop’s experience leads them in another, and Beck will learn what it means to be the new blood on the case.

    Meanwhile, at home, Beck’s brother has come to crash at her apartment under troubling circumstances, stirring demons from their past they would both rather forget.

    21 Weeks is a fast-paced police procedural thriller series that ramps up in intensity with each victim that falls until its explosive final week.

    Warning: This series is about a serial killer. There will be violence. There will be language. There will be other adult things. It is intended for a mature audience.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherRiley LaShea
    Release dateAug 6, 2015
    ISBN9781311396518
    21 Weeks: Week 2
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    R.A. LaShea

    R.A. LaShea is a pen name of author Riley LaShea. Under this name, LaShea writes police procedural/thriller 21 Weeks.

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      21 Weeks - R.A. LaShea

      21 Weeks

      WEEK 2

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      R.A. LaShea

      21 Weeks: Week 2

      Copyright 2015 R.A. LaShea

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      Week 3 Teaser

      1 - Beck’s Apartment - Tuesday, 3:52 a.m.

      Door cracking open in the next room, Beck was awake and alert in an instant. Sitting up, the sheet fell from her chest as she looked to the open bedroom door and reached for the t-shirt on the extra pillow to pull over her head. Front door eking closed again, it was obvious the intruder was making a piss-poor effort not to be heard, and, gun from the bedside table in hand, Beck slipped from beneath the thin covers, making a much quieter approach of the bedroom door than the intruder had made his entrance.

      Around the doorjamb, she saw the shadow across her living room - a good six inches taller than and twice as thick as her - and trained her gun with a steady hand as she hit the light switch with her other.

      Leo! Arm dropping by her side, Beck watched light brown eyes blink at the sudden onslaught as Leo continued to kick his shoes off by the door as if nothing happened. I could have killed you.

      Doubt it. Leo was far too calm about the fact he’d just been standing on the other end of her Sig. You’re always sure before you shoot.

      Not always. Heart still pounding, it was more at the fact Beck had nearly put a bullet in her brother than that he could have been anyone else. Why didn’t you knock?

      I didn’t want to wake you.

      Great job with that. Lock the door. Sliding her weapon onto the table by the wall, Beck went around the counter that separated the open kitchen from the main living area. Why are you here?

      I’m coming off a job close by, Leo responded. I thought it would be easier to just sleep here.

      You live three miles from here. Twisting the cap off a bottle of water she’d pulled from the fridge, Beck leaned against the counter, gaze following Leo’s as it looked everywhere but at her as he dropped onto the sofa. It’s the middle of the night. She knew all of her brother’s tells. Not meeting her eyes was the biggest one. I have to be at work in five hours. Now, what are you doing here?

      Bangs falling too long across his forehead as he glanced back, Beck’s next question was dying to be when he was planning on getting a haircut.

      Shell kicked me out, Leo said.

      Why? What did you do?

      What makes you think I did something?

      Well, I’m assuming she didn’t throw you out on a whim.

      Even knowing there had to be a very good reason for Shelly to have told Leo to hit the bricks and for him to show up at her door, when Leo’s gaze darkened, Beck felt the pit drop soundly into her stomach.

      I hit her, he said. Expecting it, somehow, and never expecting it, Beck could do nothing but stare at him. She went with me to Baumbach’s to watch the game. This guy I know kept asking her to run away with him and stuff. Leo apparently thought it could be explained. Shell told him to stop, but she was nice about it. It seemed like she was flirting. I just had too much to drink.

      That’s your excuse? Beck uttered. Shelly was nice to your friend, and you had too much to drink?

      I don’t have an excuse. Looking back again, Leo couldn’t look at her long. She’s going to leave me.

      Well, maybe she should. Beck didn’t mean to say it, but, words in the wind, she couldn’t pretend she didn’t mean them either.

      When Leo bent forward, elbows on his knees, to drop his head into his hands, Beck took a breath. He told her what happened. Presumably, that meant he wasn’t faking the remorse that set his shoulders so tight it looked as if he might snap at the spine. Setting the bottle on the counter, she walked to the sofa. Sinking

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