Dangerous Conditions
It's a race against time to uncover the truth. Working as a sleepy town’s sheriff, Logan Lynch’s life turns upside down when a man is found dead. When biochemist Dr Paige Morris turns up, claiming her boss’s death isn’t what it seems, she becomes the victim of sabotage. Can Logan help… before it’s too late.
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It’s a race against time
To uncover the truth.
Former soldier Logan Lynch has no memory of the past nine years of his life. Now working as a sleepy town’s constable, his life turns upside down when a man is found dead. Before long, microbiologist Dr. Paige Morris gets involved, claiming her boss’s death isn’t what it seems. But as Paige herself becomes the victim of sabotage, she needs Logan’s help…before it’s too late.
JENNA KERNAN has penned over two dozen novels and received two RITA® Award nominations. Jenna is every bit as adventurous as her heroines. Her hobbies include recreational gold prospecting, scuba diving and gem hunting. Jenna grew up in the Catskills and currently lives in the Hudson Valley in New York State with her husband. Follow Jenna on Twitter, @jennakernan, on Facebook or at jennakernan.com.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-09460-3
DANGEROUS CONDITIONS
© 2019 Jeannette H. Monaco
Published in Great Britain 2019
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Contents
Note to Readers
Constable Logan Lynch drew on the cowboy hat that had been given to him by his older brother Connor, a village supervisor, because he said it covered the scar on Logan’s forehead. Off-putting, Connor had said. “No need to frighten the kids and tourists.” Plus, the Stetson made him look more like a real lawman. The board had approved his position last September. He was a village constable with no law enforcement experience whatsoever. He seemed to be the only one bothered by that. Still, he needed a job. Not much work in his hometown of 429 for a veteran with a TBI—Traumatic Brain Injury.
Most folks here catered to weekend tourists or worked for Rathburn-Bramley Pharmaceuticals.
“Morning, Constable,” Paige called from across the main street.
She was so pretty and so darn smart. A real scientist, just like she always wanted to be. Meanwhile, he couldn’t distinguish between a rooster crow and a truck backfiring. He wondered if she knew that her hair turned red in the early-morning sunlight.
“Don’t you look spiffy. Where’s your star?”
“Under my coat,” he said. “It’s on a chain. Nobody asks to see it anymore but you.” Why had he added that?
Paige’s smile blinded him. He was a deer in the headlights.
