Authors: Allison Brennan,Laura Griffin
Crash and Burn
Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
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Chapter One
New York Times
bestselling and award-winning authors
Allison Brennan
and
Laura Griffin
team up for this exciting new series featuring the unforgettable Southern California detective duo, Moreno & Hart.
Trial by Fire…
Three years ago LAPD Detective Scarlet Moreno and rookie cop Krista Hart were nearly killed during a botched sting operation. Now, they’re best friends and partners in the Orange County private investigation firm of Moreno & Hart. But their routine assignments are anything but safe
Crash…
Scarlet Moreno has her hands full with a cheating spouse case when the bartender at her favorite pub becomes a murder suspect. Worse, the detective in charge of the investigation threatens to arrest Scarlet for obstruction—even when she tries to give him valuable information. Scarlet risks her PI license and her life to find out the truth, absolve her friend, and track down a killer—with or without the help of the arrogant, mysterious Detective Alex Bishop.
And Burn…
Krista Hart is burned out on catching deadbeat dads and philandering husbands when a big-time criminal defense attorney hires her for a choice assignment: find the sole witness to murder the day before the trial. The case could be a boon for Moreno & Hart, but the witness is in hiding, someone is following Krista, and her own client is withholding information. The last person she wants help from is sexy investigator R.J. Flynn, but he claims he’s willing to share intel—for a price. If she can solve this case, it’ll elevate Moreno & Hart above being divorce voyeurs, but first she has to survive, with her life and heart intact.
Praise for Allison Brennan & Laura Griffin:
“Brennan knows how to deliver.” – New York Times bestselling author Lisa Gardner
“Griffin excels at detailing the mystery and the chase.” – Publishers Weekly
“Brennan is a master of suspense… tops in the genre.” – RT Book Reviews
“Gritty, imaginative, sexy! You MUST read Laura Griffin.” – New York Times bestselling author Cindy Gerard
“Brennan does murder better than most everyone writing in the suspense genre.” – Armchair Interviews
“The perfect mix of suspense and romance.” – Booklist on Laura Griffin
CRASH AND BURN
By Allison Brennan and Laura Griffin
Copyright © 2013 Allison Brennan and Laura Griffin
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.
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CRASH AND BURN
Prologue
Three Years Ago
When the bullet pierced her elbow, two things became immediately clear to LAPD Detective Scarlet Moreno: someone in the department set her up, and she was going to die before she found out whom.
There was no time to reflect on where the information came from that had sent her to the Van Nuys warehouse, or to consider that her back-up was probably already dead. Anger and fear battled as she hid behind a pillar that would do nothing to protect her. Blood dripped from her arm—dripped? It was like a damn waterfall.
She fired off five shots in the direction of the shooter as she ran to the closest cover, a half-collapsed inner office. She’d be trapped, but out here, she was dead.
Scarlet thought she was in the clear when a bullet hit her in the upper right shoulder. He’d shot her in the back, the bastard. She fell to the filthy cement floor and dragged herself behind the wall. More gunfire from two different directions rang out as she took out her walkie-talkie.
“Officer down! I repeat, officer down! All units near 10210 Crosscut Drive, officer needs assistance! Active shooter.”
No one responded. How could no one fucking respond to her distress call? What was wrong with her radio?
“Moreno!”
It was her back-up. Dammit, she’d told the rookie to stand guard, not to run into a gun battle.
“Hart!” she called out.
Rookie cop Krista Hart came into the room low from the other side. She crawled over. Now Scarlet had two lives at stake: hers and another cop. She was responsible for Krista, but she didn’t know if she could save herself.
“My radio’s out,” Scarlet said.
“I called it in. Dispatch said five minutes.”
“We’ll be dead in five minutes!”
“You’ve been shot.”
As if Krista’s declaration reminded Scarlet’s brain, she felt the pain from her wounds. She realized then that she had a third bullet in her leg.
“I’ll be okay.”
But breathing was getting more difficult. The bullet in her back—that was the killer.
“Go,” Scarlet told her. “I’ll cover you.”
“I’m not going to leave you here. How many?”
“Two, I think.” Scarlet checked her gun. She had one bullet left. She tried to reach for her back-up in her ankle holster and that’s when she realized she was injured far worse than she’d thought. “Krista, my back-up. Ankle.”
“Hang in there. It won’t be long.”
“Where was our back-up?” Scarlet asked. “There was supposed to be two full teams here.”
“I don’t know.”
Shouts from across the warehouse came closer. Krista pulled Scarlet farther into the room, behind a broken desk. Scarlet held her gun tight, but she didn’t know if she’d be able to pull the trigger. Her left arm was useless, and her right arm was growing numb.
“You have to go,” Scarlet said, “or we’re both dead.”
“I’m not leaving you here.” Krista’s young face was set in a stubborn scowl as she put pressure on the hole in her back.
Everyone else did.
“Thanks,” Scarlet whispered.
The shouts were on the edge of the room.
This was it.
They were going to die.
CRASH
By Allison Brennan
Chapter One
Scarlet Moreno hated surprises.
It might have started when she was eight, when the excitement of seeing her dad show up at school in uniform was extinguished when he announced that her mom was leaving them. For the first time in her life, she’d seen tears in her burly father’s eyes. Or the shock when, two years later, Amy Moreno remarried into a ready-made family. Or, two years after that, when Amy told Scarlet and her younger brother, John, that she was pregnant with their half-sister.
When she was a cop, her job was full of the unknown, but there were no big surprises because Scarlet had learned early on that most people lied. Yet she thought she could count on her colleagues since they fought the same battles. Until she’d walked into a sting operation that nearly got her killed because—surprise!—she’d been set up to be taken down. By one of her own.
Again, the surprise was on her—she had no idea to this day who wanted her dead. She doubted she ever would, no matter how much she scratched at old wounds.
But she’d never stop searching for answers.
Scarlet rubbed her left elbow where the phantom pain burned whenever she thought of that day three years ago. She’d been shot in her leg and back, too, but it was her elbow that continued to pain her. She blamed that on the pins that made her bones work the way they were supposed to.
So when she walked into her appointment with successful plastic surgeon Thomas Cavanaugh to show him pictures of his adulterous wife and collect the second half of her fee, she was more than a little irritated—and surprised—when she found Cavanaugh half-naked with his secretary. Worse, she couldn’t un-see the blowjob he was receiving.
As far as she was concerned, Thomas and Tina Cavanaugh deserved each other.
She dreaded fighting traffic to the Santa Ana office of Moreno & Hart to drop the thousand-dollar check on her partner’s desk. She sent Krista a text message that she wouldn’t be back today, then headed toward her apartment in Newport.
Some people might’ve thought she was wealthy, living in Newport Beach two short blocks from the Pacific Ocean, until they saw the one-room hovel she called home. She didn’t need much; she preferred to keep it simple. Her deck on the roof of the semi-popular bar off Balboa Avenue was twice the size of the studio, and most of the time she slept outside in a hammock. Retired con man Diego Hernandez gave her cheap rent in exchange for keeping an eye on the place. Diego liked the idea of a former cop living upstairs, especially since he got a few hundred extra every month under the table because the property wasn’t zoned as a residence. And as long as Diego didn’t do anything dirtier than taking modest bets on sports, Scarlet was happy to help.
Cavanaugh’s office was in Irvine, and when Scarlet hit the 405, it was already packed. She detoured over to University Drive—she would rather take the long way and actually be moving, than sit in stop-and-slow traffic all the way home.
Her cell phone rang and Scarlet clicked her phone over to Bluetooth. “’Ello,” she said to Krista.
“Good thing you’re not coming back to the office. There’s an accident at the 5 and Costa Mesa Freeways, and the roads are packed with people trying to find another way. I’m going to stay late and get some paperwork done.”
“Appreciate it. If you want to swing by the bar on your way home, I’ll treat.”
“Rain check. I have a meeting with Diane Stark first thing in the morning. Last time I hung out at your place, I was toasted the next day.”
“I warned you not to drink more than one of Isaac’s killer margaritas.” Scarlet maneuvered her Jeep Wrangler around a slow sedan. The young, female driver was talking on her cell phone and gesturing with her other hand. Idiot.
“What?” Krista said, and Scarlet realized she must have spoken out loud.
“Stupid drivers,” she complained. “So, why are you meeting Stark on Saturday?” While Scarlet had no life outside of work, Krista owned a house in Huntington Beach she’d inherited from her grandmother. She spent most weekends working, even though she had a laundry list of problems that came from owning an old house but not having extra money to hire someone. Diane Stark just stole another weekend from her partner.
“She wants a status report, and her husband has a golf date.”
“My contact with Fieldstone Insurance liked the work we did on the worker’s comp fraud case last month. He said he’d be sending more our way.”
“Insurance fraud is definitely a step up from cheating spouses.”
“I, for one, would much prefer fraud to be our bread-and-butter than sex.” She paused. “That came out wrong.”
Krista laughed. “See you Monday,” she said, then hung up.
Funny thing about Krista—Scarlet had never expected they’d become friends. Krista was five years younger, and had been a rookie cop on the task force that nearly got them both killed. When they’d first met, Krista was green as grass. But what she lacked in experience she made up for in determination. Plus, she had balls. On that fateful night, when she should’ve abandoned Scarlet to save her own ass, she’d stayed. That kind of loyalty was important in their new line of work, where things could go sideways quickly. There had been plenty of times when Scarlet had called Krista for help getting out a jam. And it cut both ways. If Scarlet’s phone went off in the middle of the night, chances were it was Krista.