Don't Look Twice
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A drive-by shooting rocks an affluent suburb, leaving an innocent man dead. A witness to the madness—along with his terrified teenaged daughter—Detective Ty Hauck launches an investigation into what looks like a vicious case of family retribution. But Annie Fletcher, the owner of a hip café who's attempting to rebuild her life, saw something that does not fit the bloody scenario. And the truth is a gathering storm of secrets and corruption that could tear through the mansions of the town's most powerful—ravaging a family . . . and pitting Hauck against his own brother.
the ranks. “Ty Hauck,” Hauck said. His shake was firm but cool. “Impressive?” the security man remarked. Hauck took in a wide scan. “Yes, it is.” “People always stare a bit their first time. Over four thousand slots, six hundred and eighty gaming tables. You know what the average daily take in an operation this size is?” Hauck shrugged. “No idea.” Raines pursed his bloodless lips. “Thirty-one point six mil. Not counting food and beverage, of course. Weekends you could double that.” “I’ll
were visible against the chill. It took Hauck maybe twenty seconds to wrap around the adjacent houses and come back out on the street. The Range Rover had driven past his house and pulled into a vacant spot about thirty yards away. The driver dimmed his lights. What worried Hauck was that Range Rovers weren’t exactly standard FBI issue these days. But it was the sort of vehicle that might belong to a gang. The driver’s door opened and a man stepped out of the darkened car. Only one. Which
made everything easier. He was wearing a dark parka, a cap pulled over his face. Hauck couldn’t make him out. He saw the man check something in his palm and place it into his jacket pocket. You have no idea the kind of people you’re dealing with here, Ty… Hauck crept his way behind a row of cars on the other side of the street. The man crossed over. He stopped for a second on the curb. He took a glance up at Hauck’s house. He looked about six feet, solid, cast in shadow. He reached into his
seemed to free itself off Hauck and he slumped wearily against the desk. “Ty…” He turned to Warren. “You alright?” “You shouldn’t have stopped him, Ty.” Warren shook his head and fell, head in hands, to the floor. “You just should’ve let it happen.” “There’s a part of me that wishes I had…” Hauck went over and collapsed against the wall next to his brother. He put his hand on his knee. “The other part said Pop would wipe the floor with me.” Warren laughed, his face riddled more with shame
couple of gulls and ran over. Hauck asked, “Anyone ever teach you how to skate?” He shrugged. “We’ve gone Rollerblading, right, Mom? But I’m not so good.” “Rollerblading? I’m talking ice-skating, dude. This is New England.” Jared scratched his head and looked at Annie. “I could try.” Hauck kneeled and pulled up the boy’s jacket collar. “By the end of the day, I’ll have you knocking people into the boards. What do you say we go lace ’em up, bud?” Jared’s face lit up. “What do you say, Mom?”