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    Death Catches A Killer: Lizzie Crenshaw Mystery, #5
    Death Catches A Killer: Lizzie Crenshaw Mystery, #5
    Death Catches A Killer: Lizzie Crenshaw Mystery, #5
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    Death Catches A Killer: Lizzie Crenshaw Mystery, #5

    By Teresa Watson

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    The hunt is on for a killer...but who is the hunted, and who is the prey?

    Someone is trying to kill Lizzie's half-aunt Debra Cosgrove, who is a hired killer. She reaches out to her niece for help, but Lizzie is getting pressure from her ex-boyfriend, FBI agent T.J. Roosevelt. When another hired killer threatens Lizzie, he sets into motion a series of events that could get her killed. Should she stand by family (no matter how crazy they are), or should she help the FBI catch one of their most wanted?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTeresa Watson
    Release dateNov 4, 2014
    ISBN9781502295231
    Death Catches A Killer: Lizzie Crenshaw Mystery, #5

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      Death Catches A Killer - Teresa Watson

      Prologue

      Debra Cosgrove glanced in the rear view mirror as she drove I-44 through Missouri. She had barely managed to escape Kentucky by the skin of her teeth. Someone had been taking pot shots at her for two weeks, and despite all her knowledge and expertise, she had been unable to find the person responsible.

      She had spent nearly two decades as a hired assassin (she was not a serial killer, as the FBI claimed), and she knew how to make herself blend into a crowd in order to carry out a contract: wigs, glasses, padding to make herself appear heavier, Spanx to look thinner, different styles of clothing to appear as ordinary as possible wherever she went.

      Changing lanes to go around a semi, Debra glanced in the mirror again. A dark-colored truck that was a couple of cars back seemed to be tailing her. They were going a bit slower than she was, but staying close enough to keep her in sight. It was time to find out if they were really tailing her or just going in the same general direction.

      After getting around the semi, she moved back into the right lane, maintaining her speed at 72 mph. A couple of minutes later, the truck appeared in the left lane. She slowed down just a little bit, forcing the Nissan Sentra behind her to quickly get in the left lane to avoid hitting Debra from behind. The truck was forced to tap his brakes to keep from hitting the Sentra, and she sped up to 75 mph.

      The truck kept up with her, confirming her suspicions. A green highway sign told her she was close to one of the main Joplin exits. Waiting until the last second, she swerved onto the off-ramp. She checked the mirror. The truck was stuck in the left lane and wouldn’t unable to get over in time to follow her.

      Thank God for technology. Using her iPhone, she got the address and directions for a car rental agency. Thirty minutes later, she was on the road again, this time in a dark blue Chrysler 300. After picking up the car, she had changed her appearance: long, black wig, brown contacts, glasses, white collared shirt with a black vest, blue jeans and black cowboy boots.

      As she crossed the state line into Oklahoma, Debra checked the rear view mirror for the truck, but she didn’t see it. Breathing a sigh of relief, she relaxed in her seat and settled in for the long drive to her next destination.

      She had a bad feeling it might be her final destination.

      Vinnie Amato pounded the steering wheel in frustration. He had wasted two hours trying to pick up Debra’s trail, but had crapped out. Peter Greco, his boss in New York, was not going to be happy about this turn of events. In the parking lot of a Taco Bell, Vinnie pulled out his phone and dialed his boss’ number.

      Tell me you got her, Greco said when he answered the phone.

      Not yet, sir.

      Why not?

      I lost her.

      Where?

      Joplin, Missouri.

      What are you going to do about it?

      I think I know where she is headed, sir.

      "You think?! I’m not paying you to think, Vinnie. I’m paying you to take care of this problem."

      Have I ever let you down?

      Need I remind you of what just happened?

      That wasn’t my fault. If you hadn’t saddled me with that idiot nephew of yours, things would have gone much differently.

      How my genius sister ended up with a moron son like that, I’ll never understand, Peter grumbled.

      Do you think he is going to talk? Vinnie said, watching a blonde woman walk out of Taco Bell and get into a 2013 candy apple red Corvette.

      I sent Larry Wilson down there to deal with Al. He’ll make sure Al doesn’t say anything. He better! I pay him enough money to handle my legal affairs. Now we just have to deal with our other problem.

      Like I said, I think I know where she’s going, Vinnie replied. I’m familiar with the area.

      Then take care of it, Amato, or I’ll be sending someone to take care of you, Peter said before he hung up.

      Vinnie got out of the car just as the blonde drove away. He’d get some food and gas before heading for the one place he thought that crazy Debra Cosgrove would go.

      Brookdale.

      Chapter 1 - Thursday

      I was sitting in my office at the newspaper, reading over Bruce’s story about a drug bust on the outskirts of town that had taken place two days ago. Two good old boys, Ray Don Willard, 22, and Jimmy Lynch, 21, had been growing some marijuana on some deserted farm land. After testing some of their product, Ray Don had driven into town for some food, hit a parked patrol car in front of the donut shop, and had led Sheriff Owen Greene and two of his officers on a high speed chase...straight back to the farm. Ray Don and Jimmy had been arrested, and their plants confiscated.

      Jimmy wasn’t happy that Ray Don had led police straight to their stash, and tried to deck him before Owen could get the cuffs on him. Unfortunately, he had missed, and hit Owen right in the face. I had seen him shortly after that, and he had a black eye and tape over his broken nose.

      The drug bust had bumped the news of Al Sherman’s arrest to page two. He had been arrested for the murder of Kathy Lowdermilk, owner of the local pet shelter, and the attempted murder of Diana Winston, who had been the intended target. Al had killed Kathy by mistake, because she looked a lot like Diana. Mittens, Kathy’s Maltese, had been in the office when she was killed, and with the help of my bloodhound Babe, had helped catch Al when he showed up at the hospital to kill Diana, who was injured the previous evening by a hit and run driver.

      Bruce stuck his head in my office. Did you finish reading over my article?

      Yes, I did. It’s very good. I would call Owen for a follow up, see if you can find out how many pounds of marijuana they confiscated, street value. Also ask him if he thinks this is becoming a growing problem in our area.

      It’s a growing problem everywhere, not just here, Bruce said, taking the papers from me.

      Do you know something about it?

      Just little things I’ve heard around town, nothing definite.

      Would you be interested in doing an article about it?

      You bet!

      Why don’t you see what else you can find out, and talk to Owen and his deputies for their opinions. Reach out to other police departments in the county. Get back to me with it in two weeks, and we’ll see what you’ve got.

      Great! Bruce said as he left.

      As I made a note on my calendar about it, Ellen knocked on my door. Lizzie? This package just came for you.

      Who’s it from?

      Doesn’t say, she replied, putting it in the center of my desk. Maybe it’s some notes from Dale about what you’re doing wrong with his newspaper.

      I snorted. If it is, I’ll send it back and tell him what he can do with them.

      She laughed. Has he said anything about when he is coming back?

      I shook my head. No clue. You’d have to ask Jake. He talks to Dale more than I do.

      I don’t want you to think that you aren’t doing a good job. You and Jake are doing great. But I kind of miss the old man.

      Laughing, I reassured her I wasn’t offended. With everything that has happened to me in the last few months, I wouldn’t mind a vacation, I said as the phone on my desk started ringing. Lizzie Crenshaw.

      Lizzie! my mother, Amelia Crenshaw, yelled, causing me to hold the phone away from my ear for a moment. I have some wonderful news! I got married!

      I nearly dropped the phone. You what?! Ellen looked at me but I waved her

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