“They busted me down to trooper,” he said. “Just before they transferred me here.”
She said slowly, “That’s what you meant yesterday, when Corcoran called you sergeant, and you said no, just trooper.”
“What happened, Liam?”
He shook his head. “Doesn’t matter. Buck stopped on my desk. Barton was right to do it.” He gave her a twisted grin. “So here I am, in Newenham, a trooper again, starting all over at the bottom of the ladder. My wife is in a coma four hundred miles away, and the woman I love–“
“The woman I love,” he repeated firmly, “is up to her eyebrows in a murder.” He laughed, because there wasn’t anything else to do, except maybe get drunk. “Just when you thought it was safe to come back to life.”
Excerpt from the first Liam Campbell novel, Fire and Ice. I’m working on the fifth book in the series now.
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