Pinkerton Agent Abigail MacKay’s willful sister, Madeleine, is going to be the death of her yet. That is, if Madeleine doesn’t get herself killed first! After running off to marry a widower whose wives mysteriously die—leaving behind a great deal of money each time—spoiled, beautiful Madeleine is unaware of the danger she’s in. Though no doctor has been able to establish a cause of death for any of the women, Abigail is sure they were murdered—and that her younger sister is going to be next. The only person who can help her save Maddie is the charismatic criminal, Nat Quinn—and Abi left him cooling his heels in jail at their last meeting.
As Fate would have it, Nat and his partner, Jake Conroy, were the last to see Madeleine before she disappeared. She happened to be on a train The Innocents held up—but she was alive and well when they parted ways. And Madeleine is the least of Nat’s worries, now that he’s discovered that Abigail has lied to him about one very important thing—she’s married!
When Abi risks all to ride into the outlaws’ deadly hideout and ask for help, there’s no doubt she’ll get it—but nothing’s free in Ghost Canyon; here, everything has a price. With a new understanding in their relationship, Nat agrees to help her prove David Bartholemew is a cold-blooded killer before he can murder Maddie.
With Jake in charge of Madeleine’s welfare, all hell breaks loose when two competing reporters get involved in the case, along with an old nemesis of Nat’s coming into the mix. One thing is certain: David Bartholemew is a murderer. But how is he doing it? In a race against time, will Nat and Abi be able to figure it out before Jake runs out of ways to protect Maddie from her evil husband? Or will each of them become an INNOCENT BYSTANDER?
EXCERPT
A vacant-looking man with prominent yellow teeth
walked into her field of vision, striding beyond the blinding sun and dragged
her roughly from the horse. She had expected to be searched and had ruthlessly
bound her body with bandages to try to flatten and conceal her breasts, but the
man merely patted down her sides before turning his attentions to her jacket.
He pulled out the pistol which had been loosely placed in her pocket and slapped
his way down her legs. She was instantly glad she had foregone the Derringer she usually wore at her ankle. A concealed
weapon was too risky.
“He’s clean.”
“Well, boy. It seems like you’re gonna get your
wish, but if you’ve been messin’ with us and you ain’t Quinn’s kin, you’re
gonna regret it. He don’t like to be messed with.”
Abigail felt her arms grabbed as she was
roughly turned around and her carefully dirtied hands were bound behind her
back, the rope biting deeply into her skin as it was pulled tight. They must
have seen her wince as it provoked a chorus of laughter which rang in her ears.
“Looks like this life’s a bit too rough for you,
sonny.”
A thick,
smelly bag was thrust over her head, obliterating the world, before she was
lifted back onto her little colt and she felt herself led off to face the rest
of the gang.
