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    How to Get Arrested: The Starsboro Chronicles, #1
    How to Get Arrested: The Starsboro Chronicles, #1
    How to Get Arrested: The Starsboro Chronicles, #1
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    How to Get Arrested: The Starsboro Chronicles, #1

    By Cameron J Quinn

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    There's only one person protecting them from The Things That Go Bump in the night... And she just arrested him.

    Detective Jennifer Morgan is new to Starsboro. When multiple murders drop in her lap she thinks they're fast-tracked to the courts. After all, she has all the evidence she needs to put Zurik D'Vordi away so she can focus on the serial kidnapping of women that's plaguing the town.

    That is, until her evidence is tampered with. Morgan can't leave Zurik to kill again—despite her captain's orders to let it go. Going rogue to protect her new home might change her life—if she doesn't lose it.

    Join Morgan and Zurik on the first installment of this paranormal serial! Action-packed and full of laughs, award-winning author, Cameron J Quinn, starts this series off with a bang!


    The Starsboro Chronicles are the perfect combination of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Law and Order: SVU. A new novelette in the series is released each month.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCameron J Quinn
    Release dateJan 16, 2016
    ISBN9780996133098
    How to Get Arrested: The Starsboro Chronicles, #1
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    Cameron J Quinn

    Cameron J Quinn lives in central New England with her husband, two small sons and too many animals to mention. When she’s not playing with her children, she can be found writing, drawing, or painting in her small studio. She also enjoys helping other authors get their books published. Cameron is currently a student at Southern New Hampshire University and will graduate with her bachelors in Marketing. She works for Amphibian Press LLC, a small press dedicated to telling a good story. Visit her website here!

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      How to Get Arrested - Cameron J Quinn

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      Detective Jennifer Morgan entered the station with a tray of coffees in her hands and a grin still firmly in place.

      She stopped by the front desk. Ryan swiveled in her chair to greet Morgan.

      You look amazing this morning! Ryan said as she accepted a coffee. And sharing the wealth! Did you go to that place last night?

      Yes, Cherry Land was everything you promised. And it’s patrons were so much more. Morgan wicked.

      Who was it? Ryan asked the intrigue obvious in her eyes as she sipped her coffee.

      That’s the best part, Morgan grinned. I have no idea.

      Scandalous!

      Maybe in Starsboro North Carolina, but back in New York it’s a typical Tuesday.

      Morgan?

      She looked up to see her partner Paul Cavasos waving her back towards the interrogation rooms. Paul was about five foot ten with light brown skin. His voice held the slightest hint of a Texas lilt. His parents immigrated to the United States before he was born. Growing up in Texas, he’d joined the military to prove his patriotism, making him the most multicultural all American boy she’d ever met.

      Duty calls.

      Thanks for the coffee, I want details later!

      Morgan offered Cavasos a coffee as she reached him.

      God bless you, he said taking a sip and wincing.

      God had nothing to do with this, she laughed.

      You’re in a good mood.

      I am.

      Well we have perp coming in. I sent a team to collect him, the guy has a serious rap sheet.

      What did he do this time? she asked as they walked towards their desks.

      Killed five men this morning. All caught on film. Guy calls in this morning. He’s opening up his shop, the kid he has close didn’t take out the trash so he goes out back to the dumpster and sees blood all over the alley. Called us.

      No bodies?

      No bodies, so we check the camera’s he’s got set up--

      And they were working?

      And brand freaking new. I’ve never seen picture this clear. Apparently the guy loves his tech.

      So you have a clear video of the incident? How does one guy kill five?

      It was intense, Morgan, I’ve never seen anything like this. I’ve heard stories of the weird shit that happens in this town but--- he shook his head.

      She put her coffees down and picked up the file. As she was flipping through the report looking at pictures of the scene the uniformed officers walked in, one on either side of the perp. She glanced up and the files slipped from her grasp as she recognized those electric blue eyes. Flashes of her evening came back to her, tawny flesh, bulging muscles, how safe she felt in a killer’s arms.

      Shit.

      Detective Jennifer Morgan watched the suspect through the one-way mirror as she swirled the ice in her coffee. He looked normal. Attractive, with his dark hair and tanned skin. There was nothing that said coldblooded killer. Still, she cursed her inability to see his true colors. She’s a police officer, she should have known. A chill shot down her spine. He looked up from the cuffs on his wrists right at her. Those electric blue eyes pierced her soul. If she didn’t know any better she’d think he could actually see her.

      He shifted in his seat as he turned his attention back to the cuffs. She turned up the volume from the room and heard singing. His voice was a deep baritone that filled her with awe. She searched the lyrics on her phone. It was the opening lines from Volbeat’s Still Counting. A smile spread across her lips before she caught herself. This was not a harmless man. He’d killed five men after leaving her bed. Still his voice sent a shiver over her that had nothing to do with his crimes.

      You think you can get a confession? Captain Reynolds stood in the doorway behind her. His dark brown skin was slightly wrinkled around his eyes and forehead. His black hair was cut short and greying at the temples, but the youthfulness in his eyes eased the tension from her shoulders. She respected him and knew he was a straight shooter. He could never know she slept with Zurik or he’d pull her from the case. She knew that was the right call and she should make it herself but the fact that he’d tricked her was driving her crazy. She had to see this through.

      He’s rich, so there’s a good chance he thinks he’s untouchable. If not, I’ve always enjoyed a challenge. Maybe he’ll hang himself with his grandfather’s purse strings.

      Keep me posted. We had a robbery gone bad about an hour ago and Jefferson is bringing the suspects in.

      Cavazos will be back in a few. He just went to get decent coffee, she teased. There was no better way to distract him. Reynolds changed the coffee brand in an effort to save some money for new bulletproof vests, but it was god-awful. It tasted stale no matter how fresh it was.

      First of all, we both know he’s not getting coffee, you brought some. Second, next time I’ll get the premium blend made from only the best beans shit from only the best ocelots. I’ll have to dock everyone’s pay to buy the perfectly roasted tree nuggets but at least I won’t have to hear how awful the coffee is anymore. And you can all die of gunshot wounds, he snapped.

      You mean civets? She smiled at him.

      What?

      The beans are selected and eaten by civets before being harvested, she laughed. The poop coffee, it comes from—

      He glared at her.

      Regardless, no coffee is better than the coffee currently in the break room, her grin widened.

      Perfect. I’ll save even more money next month when I don’t buy any at all.

      You won’t need to. There will still be plenty of that shit left I’m sure.

      He waved her words off as he left the room. She looked back to her suspect, then to the security photo she’d taken from the preowned video store’s camera. There was no doubt about those piercing blue eyes. They were almost electric.

      She steeled herself, put on her best bitch face, and opened the door, file in hand.

      She entered quickly, as if she’d been busy, looking at the file she sat at the table. She could see him sizing her up from across the steel surface in her peripherals. She moved to hit record on the camera but paused. She needed time to think this through. And video evidence of her conflict of interest wasn’t going to help. She looked at him. His band T was stretched across his chest and the rips in his jeans looked to be from actual wear and tear rather than the factory. At least they weren’t the same clothes she’d ripped off him twelve hours ago.

      Zurik D’Vordi? she asked, still not looking at him. That’s an interesting name.

      My mom liked to travel. His voice was low and gravely as a steady tck from the handcuffs hung in the air between them. Her body shivered as his voice slid over her and memories from the night before invaded her mind. She shook her head to clear it. He is a suspect, she reminded herself. And the most attentive lover I’ve had—well ever.

      Are we going to ignore the fact that we know each other?

      She closed the file and looked him in the eye. His glare was unwavering making it hard for her to stare him down. Those damn eyes.

      I see you’ve called a lawyer. Would you like to wait until they arrive?

      No, I think we can clear this up before he gets here. Then I can take him out to dinner instead. That will be significantly more fun.

      Don’t like our hospitality, Mr. D’Vordi? she smiled.

      Not particularly fond of being tied up—unless there’s bed involved but you know that already.

      Do you know how many homicides your name came up in? she snapped as the image of him naked and ready, strapped to her bed flew through her mind.

      I lost count, he smiled leaning back in his chair only to have the cuffs tugg at his wrist. He growled an dsat forward, leaning on the table with his free arm.. Morgan felt a smile at the edge of her lips and fought it back. He was charismatic and his smile was contagious. He is probably a serial killer. I would sleep with a serial killer on my first foray back into intimacy.

      "Nine in North Carolina and that’s just the ones you were implicated in as a suspect. More if I include the ones you witnessed but were cleared for.

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