“Liam!” Wy said involuntarily, and started forward.
“Sir?” Trooper Prince said. “How did you get here?”
The man turned his head toward them, bringing it full into the light from one of the windows. Wy halted. So did Prince.
He was tall, broad-shouldered and long-legged, with thick dark hair going a distinguished gray at the temples and blue eyes deepset in a brown face. His nose was high-bridged and arrogant, his mouth ready for an easy, sexy grin and his jaw square and obstinate, but despite these uncanny similarities he was not Liam Campbell. On closer inspection she realized that his uniform was not the blue of the Alaska State Troopers, either, it was the blue of the United States Air Force.
“I’m sorry,” he said with crisp courtesy, “I’m afraid you’ve mistaken me for my son.” He smiled, first at Wy, then over her shoulder at Trooper Prince, and in a heartbeat Wy understood where Liam got all his charm. “I’m Charles Campbell.” He smiled again. “I don’t seem to be able to find my son, in fact.”
Excerpt from the second Liam Campbell novel, So Sure of Death. The fifth, Spoils of the Dead, publishes on February 6, 2021. Order your signed hardcover here.
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