The Dark Tide (Ty Hauck)
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On the morning Karen Friedman learns that her husband, a hedge fund manager, has been tragically killed, Detective Ty Hauck begins his investigation of another man's death in a suspicious hit-and-run in Karen's hometown.
The two seemingly unrelated tragedies are about to plunge a beautiful widow and a determined investigator into a maelstrom of murder, vast sums of missing money, and international conspiracy.
to the backyard opened and another man stepped in—shorter, dark-haired, with a graying mustache. Karen knew him instantly from the descriptions. Dietz. “All clear,” he said. Karen noticed that his shoes were caked with dirt and sand. Lennick nodded. “Good.” Fear swelled up in Karen. “What are you going to do with me, Saul?” “A little late-night swim, maybe. Overcome with grief and dismay at finding your husband alive—then dead again. It’s a lot for anybody, Karen.” Karen shook her head.
through….” Karen felt a sting at the back of her eyes. She looked up and tried to smile, not knowing what else to say. “You’ll let me know if there’s anything I can do.” He took a step to the door. “I still keep a few friends down there.” “I appreciate that, Lieutenant.” She walked him through the kitchen to the back door in order to avoid the crowd in front. “It’s awful. I wish you luck with finding this guy. I wish I could be more help.” “You have your own things to be thinking about,” he
Cayman Islands. Now that same fear rippled through Karen, staring at his photo. That she somehow didn’t really know him. Not the way it mattered. His eyes dark now, not reflecting the sun but deeper, unfamiliar—like a cave that led to many chasms. Chasms she had never explored before. It scared her. Karen put down the photo. She was thinking, He’s out there. Maybe thinking of her now. Maybe wondering, at this very moment, if she knew, if she suspected, felt him. It gave her the chills. What the
Whatever breeze there was remained on the beach. Every once in a while, he stopped and checked the screen of the GPS, which he had strapped to his waist. Still 18.50 and 68.53 degrees. Still at the same spot. Still no word. It was going on two hours now. He had tried to call. Just her recording. Maybe there was no signal where she was. What could he do, set out in a boat after her? He had given her his word. So he ran. The seascapes were beautiful, vistas of wide-open stretches of green-blue
possible. When they got home, Hauck left her with her friend Paula. No way she could be alone. She had to finally open up to someone. “I don’t even know how to begin,” Karen said. Paula took her hand. “You just have to swear, Paula, this is something between us. Us alone. You can’t tell anyone. Not even Rick.” “Of course I won’t, Karen,” Paula vowed. Karen swallowed. She shook her head and let out a breath that felt like it had been kept inside her for weeks. And it had. She looked at her