Zusatztext Deed to Death is like coming down that first hill of a roller-coaster. Buckle up, hold on tight and be prepared for a little whiplash.R.J. Jagger, author of Lawyer Trap Informationen zum Autor D.B. Henson Klappentext Toni Matthew's problems begin when her fianc! Scott! is murdered. Dealing with her loss becomes even harder when Scott's estranged brother! Brian! contests the will! threatening to take away her home. Determined to find the truth! she begins her own investigation. Leseprobe Deed to Death 1 Alvin Harney stretched his left arm out of the window and tapped the beat to an old Rolling Stones tune on the truck door. He bobbed his head as he sang the song off-key. There was no working radio in the truck, just a melody in his head and the crisp morning breeze in his face. Except during a thunderstorm or hard downpour, he always drove with his window open. Even in winter when frost coated the Tennessee hills and most people cranked their heat up as high as it would go, Alvin kept the driver's-side window of his white Ford pickup rolled down. The cold never seemed to bother his fifty-year-old bones. It made him feel alive. This morning the air felt even fresher than normal. A heavy spring rain had fallen during the nighta cleansing deluge that had hammered the gray dust from the surface of the gravel and forged deep puddles across the road leading to the construction site. The pickup rocked as Alvin splashed through the pools, the spray coating his arm with a fine brown mist. At the end of the road loomed a massive skeleton of steel and concrete, which, under his guidance as lead superintendent, would soon be transformed into the largest and most luxurious hotel in the posh Nashville suburb of Blanton Hills. Alvin was usually the first to arrive at the site. It gave him the opportunity to review the progress from the previous day and then make adjustments to ensure the project remained on schedule. Not the bigwigs' schedule, dreamed up in a boardroom somewherehis own schedule, honed into shape from years of hard work and experience. He took pride in bringing projects in well ahead of the expected completion date, an ability that had garnered him a sterling reputation in addition to fat bonus checks. Today, however, he was not the first to arrive. Alvin wheeled his pickup into the parking area next to a black Dodge. Nico Williams sat on the tailgate eating a biscuit sandwich, a Hardee's sack in his lap. He swung his legs in unison with each chew. Nico was new on the job. This was his third day. At first glance, he was not what you would expect a construction worker to look like. But for a man of around 250 pounds, he was extremely agile. Agile and quiet. On two separate occasions, Alvin had turned around to find Nico standing directly behind him, close enough to butt heads, never once having heard him approach. Nico reminded him of a big yellow tomcat stalking its prey. Alvin never liked cats. He turned off the ignition, got out, and slammed the pickup's door. The wet gravel crunched under his work boots as he rounded the corner of the truck bed. He nodded at Nico. Hey, how's it going? Can't complain. As Alvin passed, Nico stuffed the last of the biscuit into his mouth, wadded up the paper sack, and tossed it into the back of his truck. Leaving his tailgate down, he followed Alvin to the double gates in the security fence. Alvin removed the padlock and let the gates swing open. So what got you here so early? Nico shrugged. Just trying to make a good impression on the boss. His Cheshire grin revealed bits of what looked like either steak or sausage b...

“Deed to Death is like coming down that first hill of a roller-coaster. Buckle up, hold on tight and be prepared for a little whiplash.”—R.J. Jagger, author of Lawyer Trap

Autorentext

D.B. Henson

Klappentext

Toni Matthew's problems begin when her fianc, Scott, is murdered. Dealing with her loss becomes even harder when Scott's estranged brother, Brian, contests the will, threatening to take away her home. Determined to find the truth, she begins her own investigation.

Zusammenfassung
AT TWENTY-NINE, TONI MATTHEWS IS ON THE CUSP OF HAVING IT ALL—a successful career as one of the top real estate agents in Nashville, great friends, and the partner and family she’d always longed for in her fiancé, architect Scott Chadwick.

But just days before their planned nuptials, Scott plummets to his death at one of his construction sites and Toni is forced to bury her fiancé on their wedding day. Now living all alone in their new, custom-made dream house, dealing with her loss becomes even harder when the police rule his death a suicide. Yet Toni refuses to believe that it could be anything other than a tragic accident.

When she learns that Scott’s estranged brother, Brian, is contesting the will, threatening to take away her home, Toni starts to suspect that it may not have been a mere accident but something more sinister. Without the cooperation of the police, and in spite of her friends’ growing concern that she’s in denial and not dealing with her grief, Toni begins investigating on her own. As she crisscrosses Nashville on a mission to prove to herself and the world that Scott wouldn’t try to escape this life, Toni can’t shake the sinking feeling that something is off, that she’s being followed—and that her search for truth may have deadly consequences.

A riveting novel of suspense, Deed to Death marks the launch of an exciting new talent.

Leseprobe
Deed to Death

1

Alvin Harney stretched his left arm out of the window and tapped the beat to an old Rolling Stones tune on the truck door. He bobbed his head as he sang the song off-key. There was no working radio in the truck, just a melody in his head and the crisp morning breeze in his face.

Except during a thunderstorm or hard downpour, he always drove with his window open. Even in winter when frost coated the Tennessee hills and most people cranked their heat up as high as it would go, Alvin kept the driver’s-side window of his white Ford pickup rolled down. The cold never seemed to bother his fifty-year-old bones.

It made him feel alive.

This morning the air felt even fresher than normal. A heavy spring rain had fallen during the night—a cleansing deluge that had hammered the gray dust from the surface of the gravel and forged deep puddles across the road leading to the construction site.

The pickup rocked as Alvin splashed through the pools, the spray coating his arm with a fine brown mist. At the end of the road loomed a massive skeleton of steel and concrete, which, under his guidance as lead superintendent, would soon be transformed into the largest and most luxurious hotel in the posh Nashville suburb of Blanton Hills.

Alvin was usually the first to arrive at the site. It gave him the opportunity to review the progress from the previous day and then make adjustments to ensure the project remained on schedule. Not the bigwigs’ schedule, dreamed up in a boardroom somewhere—his own schedule, honed into shape from years of hard work and experience.

He took pride in bringing projects in well ahead of the expected completion date, an ability that had garnered him a sterling reputation in addition to fat bonus checks.

Today, however, he was not the first to arrive.

Alvin wheeled his pickup into the parking area next to a black Dodge. Nico Williams sat on the tailgate eating a biscuit sandwich, a Hardee’s sack in his lap. He swung his legs in unison with each chew.

Nico was new on the job. This was his third day. At first glance, he was not what you would expect a construction worker to look like. But for a man of around 250 pounds, he was extremely agile.

Agile and quiet.

On two sep…