Miranda and Parker Mysteries EBOOK BUNDLE Books 8-15

There’s nothing more terrifying than losing your child.

An eerie robotic message on Parker’s cell.

Unknown caller.

Miranda and Parker follow the lead.

Was that a mistake?

Answering that call throws her and Parker into the investigation of a grisly murder—an incident that leads to a web of secrets and lies bigger than either of them could have imagined.

To top things off, the team they were supposed to form is disgruntled with the management.

If Miranda can’t pull things together soon, this time more than one person might end up dead.

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Chapter One

She risked another glance in her rearview mirror and caught the dark outline of the man behind the steering wheel of the black van.

She could just make out his frame. He was a large man. Frighteningly large. The van drew close and he looked straight at her.

A shiver of nerves went through her.

But then he’d probably seen her the first time she’d noticed him fifteen minutes ago. Right after she’d exited the grocery store on Krog Street.

She never should have left the house this afternoon, but they had run out of food and the only thing left was peanut butter.

The boy was allergic to peanuts.

She liked the place they’d given them. It was a pretty little blue house off Irwin Street in the Old Fourth Ward of the city. The homes there were close together and the neighbors seemed friendly enough. Not that she had spoken to any of them. That was forbidden. There were children in the neighborhood and the boy longed to play with them.

That was also forbidden.

For three long days she’d attempted to keep him occupied with books and toys and video games. All the while she’d been waiting for word. What to do next? How would she know when it was safe again?

And then the food supply got low.

The light changed and she continued on Spring Street not knowing what else to do.

She shouldn’t have left the house, she told herself again. She should have contacted someone for supplies. But the phone number she had was only for emergencies. She’d thought she could handle a simple trip to the grocery store. But somehow the man in the van had found her.

She could handle this, she told herself again, straightening her shoulders with determination. She’d had training, after all. She’d done well in the exercises for losing a tail. But that had been two years ago, and it had been just a drill.

She’d never had to do it for real.

How had he found her? Had he followed her from the house? If so, then the boy was in trouble. The thought filled her with a sinking feeling.

No. She was positive no one had followed her from the house. This man had been cruising the streets looking for her. Had it been just her bad luck that he’d spotted her? That meant they knew what she looked like.

If only she hadn’t left the boy alone in the house. Her resolve wavered and she shivered again.

James would never have made such a silly mistake as to run out of supplies. An Army man was always prepared. But James was dead and she was here alone on the streets of downtown Atlanta, shaking all over with nerves.

So far she’d followed protocol.

As soon as she’d seen the van in the parking lot, she’d put the groceries in the trunk of the old gray Camry they’d given her and slipped into the driver’s seat as casually as she could. She’d headed in the opposite direction, away from the house and the quiet little neighborhood, and toward the highway.

The van had followed her. She couldn’t lose it.

She glanced down at her gauges. She’d gone about half a mile.

Now what?

Keep trying. She had to lose that van. She made a turn and got on the Interstate. She drove to the next exit then got back off, hoping that would confuse him.

It didn’t work. The van was still behind her.