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After witnessing her mother's murder as a child, Jolene Atkins had forced the memories from her mind. Now the killer had resurfaced, but this time Jo had Levi Cooper to protect her. Even if he was disobeying direct orders from the U.S. Marshal service to do so….
Levi had vowed years ago to always keep the innocent beauty safe. So when Jo insisted on finally getting some answers, Levi had no choice but to help her. But watching as the pain of the past threatened to crush a spirited Jo, Levi ignored every professional instinct and pulled her into his arms. After one night together, Levi was more determined than ever to close this case. Because that one night would never be enough….
- Sales Rank: #238951 in eBooks
- Published on: 2013-02-01
- Released on: 2013-02-01
- Format: Kindle eBook
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"From the echoing shots in a cemetery straight through the hair-raising conclusion, this story of missing memories and murders will rattle readers from the opening pages, as they guess and guess again who the real culprit is." ~RT Book Reviews
About the Author
Intrigues where danger and honor collide with love. An 11th generation Texan creating characters willing to risk everything for the one person they could fall in love with, Angi lives in Texas with her husband and 'four-legged' kids. Find her at AngiMorgan.com
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"Gun!"
U.S. Marshal Levi Cooper did a three-sixty search for the person shouting or confirmation of an actual gun. He couldn't see anything, but he couldn't take a chance with Jolene's life. He moved. "Everybody down!" The few people attending the funeral heard the warning and scattered away from the casket.
All except the target.
So he ran. Slipping and sliding downhill through the mud and sheets of pouring rain, he ran to save her life.
He watched Jolene Atkins continue to stand under the canopy erected by the funeral home. Next to her father's casket, still suspended on the lowering system, her shoulders shook as if she were crying.
She didn't take cover.
Levi hurdled a flower arrangement to get to her faster. He should have listened to himself earlier and never left her side. He heard the shot. Choices? Either hit the dirt or run like those in his peripheral vision. He leapt in a flying tackle to take Jolene down with him.
He'd pushed hard off the slippery grass, heavily landing on top of her. He turned as much as he could to take the brunt of the fall. Their bodies slid off the fake-grass rug, into the mud.
Wreath stands fell onto the casket.
Roses and other flowers fell on their heads.
Rain pelted them like ice shards.
Levi rolled on top of her, keeping his weight on his elbows and knees, using the bulletproof vest he wore to shield her heart. If it were only that easy.
"Are you all right?" he asked.
Jolene shook her short dark hair and wiped the rain from her face. Was the hitch in her breathing and wide-eyed confusion from falling or recognition he was there?
"You."
Recognition. She twisted trying to free herself. "I should have known you'd stoop to dramatics to prove yourself right."
"What's that supposed to mean?" He eased his body the opposite direction he wanted her to roll.
"I'm not going anywhere with you." She shoved him aside, and a bloodred carnation fell to the puddle between them. On her stomach, she put her hands in the mud and curled her toes.
He'd knocked her right out of her shoes.
"Did you have to ruin his funeral?"
"We need cover." Ignoring her accusations, he jerked her hand into his, forcing her close to his side. He pulled his weapon from its holster. Not a good situation. No backup. No idea who had pulled that trigger.
The shot had definitely come from the top of the hill behind them. On their knees, he awkwardly draped an arm over Jo, keeping her body low to the ground until they could sit with the coffin at their backs—the only cover he had.
"Did you stage this?" she asked, one hand in a fist, the other pointing toward the trees.
The coat she wore was thin and already soaked through. She'd be frozen in a matter of minutes.
"Stage a guy trying to kill you at your father's funeral?"
"I wouldn't put it past a devious person to do anything to get what he wants."
"I thought this site was a bad idea." He didn't blame her. He'd been against having the funeral in St. Louis from the start. She'd insisted on using the plot next to her mother's.
"Four years ago, you and my father assured me he was no longer in witness protection."
Yeah, she was angry. Someone had just taken a shot at her and she was yelling at him.
"One problem at a time. I can't see a shooter."
The trouble really began when Levi tried to explain why her father had convinced her he was no longer in the witness protection program. Explaining was difficult when he didn't understand why Joseph had lied, either.
"Jolene, I'm here against orders because I'm probably the only person left who believes your father." Believed. A week had passed and it was still hard to think of Joseph as dead. "Why won't you trust me?"
"You lied." She drew her knees up to her chin and hid her face. "You both lied."
Levi couldn't respond. It was a truth he couldn't deny or justify at the moment. Helping her would keep his promise to her dad but it wouldn't make her feel better. Wanting to comfort her was a part of attending the funeral. He knew how hard it was to say goodbye to a parent. Not exactly under these circumstances, but he knew. There wasn't any time for comfort.
The sound of car engines faded and the whine of police sirens grew.
Mourners were gone. Flower arrangements were destroyed. No sounds other than the tent canopy flapping in the wind and rain pelting the tarp. The chance to say goodbye with dignity was done. Jolene couldn't hear his professionalism shattering within his mind.
"Is there any reason to continue sitting in the mud?" she asked, wiping rivulets of water from her face.
"Give me a minute to check things out." Making demands had never worked with Joseph Atkins's daughter. Hadn't worked with him, either.
She seemed to accept his statement, remaining still while he zigzagged from one headstone to the next, attempting to draw another attack. Nothing happened. No one in sight. Even the cemetery workers had fled.
"Let's go, Jolene." He raised his voice and ran back to the gravesite, swiping at his wet face. "We need to leave before the cops haul us in for questioning."
"Your big marshal badge won't keep the police at bay?" She pushed back her hair and seemed to notice the strewn disorder around them. "I can't leave things like this." She immediately set flowers straight, scooped her heels from where she'd originally stood and stuffed them in her coat pockets.
His badge wouldn't give him any authority over Jolene and he had no official reason to be in Missouri. Jolene stopped short at a small headstone—the one placed to declare her death and escape into WITSEC.
"Jo…" He took her elbow and gently tugged her toward his car. "He'd want you safe."
"But—"
"No buts. We're going."
They skirted the edge of the cemetery back to his rental car, exiting through the gate opposite where the police entered. Joseph Atkins would rest in peace next to the wife he'd never stopped loving. Which was the reason Levi had finally agreed to bury him where friends thought he'd been buried for twenty years.
Five minutes down the road with the heater blasting on high, Jolene took a visible, deep breath. The tears seemed to be over for the moment. He needed her calm. Thinking straight.
"What are you doing here, Levi? Or should I call you Marshal Cooper?"
"I came to say goodbye to a good friend."
"Don't you mean client? Or witness? I can't believe Dad kept this from me. Why? What was the point? How could you have gone along with it?"
"I admit that being introduced to you as a family friend wasn't my idea, but your dad did what he thought was right. He was always thinking about your safety."
"Come on, Levi. Does this really seem like the best thing to you?"
They were both soaked to the skin, making him wish he'd rented a car with warming seats. Her makeup was circling her emerald eyes from both tears and the rain. Did it look like the best thing? Not by a long shot, but she was alive.
"In the past week, my father died in a car accident. The United States Marshals Service advised that burying him next to my mother may alert her murderers to my whereabouts, but because I wasn't officially in the WITSEC program they couldn't help me. And you show up yesterday with a letter supposedly from my father."
"It's real."
"Stow it. He lied for four years, he's lying now. I did not witness my mother's murder." She shook her short hair so hard drops of water sailed across the car. "I've seen the best therapists WITSEC had to offer. Everyone believes I'm not a witness—except you."
"And your father. And the person who tried to kill you a half hour ago."
"If you hadn't shouted 'gun' we would have finished his service. In all the rain, you probably saw a stick or something."
"I didn't shout gun." So who had shouted? Someone who wanted the crowd out of the way?
One warning. One shot. One attempt. And no one tailing them. Didn't make sense. If they were tailed, he'd pull into one of the restaurants with rear street exits he'd found yesterday. Easier to elude a following car than attempt to outrun them.
"And I know the difference between a stick and gun. Even in the rain."
"Yes, but you are a liar."
"That does it." He quickly switched lanes, pulling into an empty fast-food lot and headed toward the Dumpster.
Stomping on the brakes, the rental skidded to a stop. He had it under control, but Jolene still held onto the dashboard. It took her a minute before she relaxed into the seat.
The rain continued. Hail pinged the roof a couple of times or he would have stood outside. He shook off his coat in the cramped space, pulled at the straps holding the vest in place and yanked it over his head, tossing both into the backseat.
"Would you take me to my hotel on Paige near Highway 270? Aren't you worried they're following us?" She shook her hands in the air. "Whoever they are."
"Yes, as a matter of fact I am." He shifted in the seat and hooked his arm over the steering wheel. "But let's get one thing straight. I did not willingly lie to you. I respected your father's wishes. For some reason he wanted you away from him. He said it was important for you to have a life outside of witness protection after you graduated. So I helped with that by keeping the fact I was his WITSEC handler to myself. I have to protect others every day. It's part of my job. But I am not a liar."
She didn't respond. He put the car in gear, checking the mirror often, turning suddenly a couple of times without using his indicator. Just in case the gunman was following. He couldn't see much with the rain pelting the car. The back window was foggy, obscuring his ability to watch for cars that may have followed.
"My mother's murder was a long time ago, Levi. And I honestly don't remember anything about it. I was hiding. It's in every report. Hiding in my toy box."
Jolene's resolve was straightforward, confident. The same person he'd grown to admire during his visits with her father. Okay, he could admit that all the visits hadn't been just to see a man well settled in the life WITSEC had provided. Maybe a few of the visits had ulterior motives. Extra Sunday dinners or even Monday leftovers. Extra visits with both the Atkinses.
"The triple homicide involving your mother is an ongoing investigation. They never caught or identified all the men your father saw. The man he put away was killed shortly after arriving in prison." Time to be honest about everything. "One of the guns was used in three other murders as recently as six months ago."
"Why did he keep this from me?"
"I can't answer that, Jo. What I can do is get you back to WITSEC and to someone who will help you remember."
"I can't do that."
The confidence was gone. Even the idea of trying to remember seemed to frighten her. "With the proper help—"
"Let me say it a different way. I won't remember. Why would anyone try to remember their mother being slashed to death?"
"To stay alive."
The sincerity Jolene saw as Levi said the simple words scared her to her marrow. He meant it. And she believed him.
The words resonated, bouncing around in her head. Stay alive. An echo of something. But her father had said those words her entire life. Everything they'd done was in order to stay safe…to stay alive.
"You really think they want me dead? I was only five when it…when Mama…"
"Hey," he said with a comforting sigh. He watched the road, but his hand slid across hers, covering her shaking fingers, warming the chill away. "There's time to talk later. Right now we should pick up your suitcase and change into dry clothes."
So much, so fast. Too fast.
She removed her hand from under his, deliberately meshing her fingers together and tucking them under her chin. He was a U.S. Marshal. Not a confidant. Not her father's colleague. And never her true friend.
She may trust Levi Cooper with her life, but not any part of her heart.
Been there. Done that. Saved the hurt.
Waiting to discuss the details was fine. She was cold, wet, emotionally overwhelmed and at the moment, easily swept up into the idea of danger she'd been cautioned about her entire life. She didn't know if she believed Levi's gun sighting, but she wanted to see the letter her father had written.
Her father's precautions had kept her safe for twenty years. But she had no intention of traveling to wherever the marshal wanted her to talk with more experts. Nothing would bring back the memories.
Nightmares were just nightmares.
Speeding through the first couple of yellow lights seemed normal. He was on edge and she'd been lost in thought. But when Levi gripped the wheel tighter, slowed for the yellow, then sped up through the red, she knew there was a problem.
"You could give a girl some warning." Her bare feet were pressing hard on the floorboard, trying to stop the car, then just keeping her in her seat.
"How did they find us? Nobody followed from the cemetery." He slammed his palm on the steering wheel.
"Honestly, if you think I'm going to fall for—"
She turned around to see a black car run the light, causing a chain reaction crash with crossing traffic that tried to avoid a collision. She verified her seat belt was tight and clenched the dash again. "I don't believe this is happening."
"Believe it."
Levi drove like a professional racer, darting in and out and around the cars in their way. Skidding around corners in the rain. The black car stayed right with them—never gaining, never falling behind.
"You can't keep driving like this. You aren't that lucky. They won't have to kill us because you will."
There was no difference in Levi's expression. No recognition that his thoughts may have gone to her father's death in a car accident. He seemed to concentrate on his driving too much to look at her, but she could stare nowhere else except at him. If she watched the cars or the road or paid too much attention to the close calls, she'd begin to panic. She couldn't control the helplessness building in her throat. It was buried deep inside somewhere and bubbled to the surface every time there was a near miss with a car.
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4 of 4 people found the following review helpful.
dangerous cross-country road trip thriller
By Harriet Klausner
Two decades ago in St. Louis, Jolene Atkins was a child when she saw the murder of her mother Elaine, a lawyer, along with two U.S. Marshals. She suppressed the horrible memory and with her dad went into the Witness Protection Program; she became Emaline Frasier and he Dallas landscaper Robert Frasier.
In the present, Jo insists on burying her dad next to her mom in St. Louis after he died in a car accident. Attending the funeral is Denver-based U.S. Marshal Levi Cooper as a friend of her late father planning to keep Jo safe though he has no authority here. Shots aimed at killing Jo just miss. Levi hustles her from the cemetery and begins an odyssey to keep Jo from harm though she distrusts him for lying to her; he knows how she feels but would do it again as he promised her dad and his word means everything. Still with her repressed memory of her mom's murder slowly returning; someone persistently pursues them wanting her dead.
Although recovering repressed memories of a murder is not a new theme; Angi Morgan keeps it fresh with having her fans struggling to use the clues to identify the killer. Fast-paced from the opening funeral scene until the final confrontation, readers will appreciate Angi Morgan's dangerous cross-country road trip.
Harriet Klausner
2 of 2 people found the following review helpful.
Couldn't put it down!
By B. Rumsey
Dangerous Memories was such a great story I couldn't put it down. Intrigue at it's best, Angi Morgan has written an "edge of your seat" adventure. What Jolene doesn't remember could get her killed and the one person she thought she could trust, and may have fallen in love with, has been lying to her for four years. With danger, mystery, and romance at every turn I found myself trying to put the pieces together and wanted to warn the characters of coming danger. Five Stars All The Way!
0 of 0 people found the following review helpful.
Intrigue and Desire At Its Best
By Deanna
I loved this book! From the very first page to the last, I could not put it down. The first few chapters were compelling, well written, pulled me straight into the plot and never let go. I loved the characters and from the beginning, I could envision them together. The author perfectly matched the two opposing forces so that from the romance angle, it was a delight to see their story unfold.
Someone is trying to kill Jolene Atkins, but until she can regain her memory, she doesn't know who or why. She must somehow keep one step ahead of the killer until she can recall events from her past that might hold the clues needed to save her life. But the repressed memories are so tragic, her mind does not want to unlock the past. It is an edge of your seat ride from page one as Jolene slowly regains small pieces of her memory while the killer gets ever closer. And as if that isn't enough, she must also contend with the handsome U S Marshall, Levi Cooper, who is going to protect her- no matter what. But why? What does he know that she doesn't? As she begins to trust him with her life, she realizes she may need someone to protect her heart. If you like plots with lots of twists and turns, you need to read this story. You will love it.
I have read and thoroughly enjoyed previous books by this author. Consequently, I looked forward to this story with great anticipation. I was not disappointed.
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