FRAMED
When a priceless artifact is stolen, museum curator Lana Gomez becomes the prime suspect. How can she hope to adopt her orphaned nephew if shes a person of interest in a crime? Cooperating with Capitol K-9 Unit officer Adam Donovan doesnt get her very farthe handsome cop thinks shes hiding something. But when the real thief returns set on silencing Lana, it is Adam and his Doberman pinscher, Ace, who become her only defense against a madman who wants nothing more than to see Lana eliminated.
You didnt even know you had a little nephew? Adam asked.
Lanas heart pinched. She shook her head, wishing things had been different. My sister and I were estranged. The hurtful things Rosa had said cut so deep and were never far from Lanas mind. There was so much about her sister she hadnt known.
Adam stared intently at her, his Doberman pinscherhis partnersitting patiently by his side. What caused the rift between you?
She bristled as a tidal wave of guilt swamped her. That has nothing to do with whats happening now.
He stared at her. Let me be the judge of that. It seems a little too coincidental that your sister meets an untimely death and then a month later theres a break-in at your place of employment where youre attacked, struck over the head and left for dead.
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CAPITOL K-9 UNIT:
These lawmen solve the toughest cases with the help of their brave canine partners
Protection DetailShirlee McCoy, March 2015
Duty Bound GuardianTerri Reed, April 2015
Trail of EvidenceLynette Eason, May 2015
Security BreachMargaret Daley, June 2015
Detecting DangerValerie Hansen, July 2015
Proof of InnocenceLenora Worth, August 2015
Duty Bound Guardian
Terri Reed
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For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind.
2 Timothy 1:7
Continuities are a team effort so Id like to thank my fellow authors Shirlee McCoy, Lynette Eason, Margaret Daley, Valerie Hansen and Lenora Worth, for all the feedback and support. I learn so much from working with you. Thank you also to the team at Love Inspired for making our books shine.
Contents
Cover
Back Cover Text
Introduction
Title Page
Bible Quote
Acknowledgment
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIVE
SIX
SEVEN
EIGHT
NINE
TEN
ELEVEN
TWELVE
THIRTEEN
Dear Reader
Extract
Copyright
ONE
A soft thud, out of place and unexpected in the after-hours silent museum, broke Lana Gomezs concentration. Her heart revved into overdrive and a shudder of fear scraped along her limbs. Her hand convulsed. Ink from the quill pen she was using to craft display labels created a blotched blob of black against the parchment-colored paper, completely ruining the effect of the old-fashioned script.
She wanted everything to be perfect for the upcoming gala. A thank-you celebration and to show off the recently acquired artifacts for the American Museum, a newer, privately held institute in the metro Washington, DC, area.
Ugh! Mad at herself for overreacting to the sound, she crumpled up the square sheet of card stock and grabbed a clean, blank one from the stack sitting on her mahogany desktop. Its Brad doing his rounds.
Any second now the older gentleman would pop his graying head inside her office to check in with her. There was no reason to freak out.
Yet, the fine hairs on her arm slowly stood on end. A voice inside her mind mocked, Girl, as long as Mark draws breath, there will always be a reason to freak out.
On a shudder, she whispered, Lord, I need Your peace right now.
Blowing out a cleansing, calming breath, she refocused. She had so much work to do to make the gallery party a success. Her boss had gone on a weeklong vacation that morning, leaving her to do the majority of the planning. As the junior curator, part of her job was to seek out donors as well as valuable collectibles such as the ones currently on display.
The crown jewel of the newest collection was the beautiful Golden Arrow. The gold-plated, two-foot-long relic had once belonged to General George Washington, the first president of the United States of America.
A priceless piece of history.
Glass shattering jerked her attention to the closed office door.
Had Brad fallen? She needed to go help him.
Stepping out of her office into the gloomy innards of the museum, she faltered. Which part of the vast building did she check first?
The low lighting helped preserve the numerous relics and artifacts that lured many tourists and visitors away from the more famous galleries, but did little to dispel the shadows in the hall. She wished she had a flashlight.
All was quiet. Still. A chill hung in the air. The surreal sensation of being frozen in time and space, surrounded by bits of history dating back to the first settlers in Jamestown, assaulted her.
Normally, she loved to roam through the gallery, loved knowing the story behind each piece of art, loved presenting the story to the world so others could enjoy the heritage that came before them. But a strange eeriness invaded the space, leaving her breathless. Fear crept up her spine.
Overhead, the skylights revealed a black sky. The soft pinging of rain against the windowpanes made her think of the childhood nursery rhyme her mother would sing about April showers bringing May flowers.
Suddenly, a flash of lightning illuminated the main chamber, bouncing off shards of glass littering the floor beneath the case where the Golden Arrow rested on a swath of deep red velvet.
A big, bulky man, dressed from head to toe in white, hunched over the display case.
Lanas pulse stalled. Thunder rumbled in her ears, and then rattled the windowpanes. The noise was real, outside of her head. Another flash of lightning revealed the man reaching for the arrow. Her eyes widened in horror. Adrenaline pumped in her veins and anger fueled the fire within. No!
Six months of martial arts training making her reckless, she charged the man, her sole focus on preventing him from taking the arrow. Leave that alone!
The man spun around. Large, round reflective sunglasses concealed his eyes, while a white ski mask covered the rest of his face. As quick as a snake, his hand grasped the arrow and yanked it from its bed. He hefted the arrow in large gloved hands like a baseball bat.
The slick soles of her pumps skidded on the marble floor in a futile effort to stop while velocity propelled her forward. Her only option was to get in close and strike the pressure points in simple attack mode to hopefully disarm him or at least make him back off and run awaywithout the Golden Arrow.
He swung. She ducked. A forceful current of air swept over her. Hed barely missed.
He released one hand from around the arrows shaft and latched on to her arm before she could jump away. With purposeful aim, she targeted the arrow-wielding hand and delivered a hard blow to the pressure point of his forearm muscle between the elbow and wrist with the sharp outside edge of the radius bone in her forearm. His grip loosened but he didnt release the arrow.
Using the same hand, she immediately curled her fingers and used her fist in a hammer shot to his left rib cluster points. He doubled over, but recovered quickly and clutched a handful of her hair, yanking her close. She screamed and stomped down hard on his instep with the heel of her pump. The man grunted.
From the corner of her eye she saw the Golden Arrow swing toward her face. By reflex she raised her arm to ward off the blow. Too late. The hard metal connected with the side of her head in a sharp explosion of pain. Then all went black.
* * *
K-9 Officer Adam Donovans cell buzzed inside the breast pocket of his uniform shirt. He halted, staying out of the rain beneath the overhang covering the entrance to the E. Barrett Prettyman Federal Courthouse.
Sit, he murmured to his partner, Ace, a four-year-old, dark-coated, sleek Doberman Pinscher. The dog obediently sat on his right. Keeping Aces lead in his left hand, he answered the call. Adam Donovan.
By habit Adam scanned the crowds of tourists flooding the National Mall, on alert for any criminal activity. Not even nighttime or an April drizzle could keep sightseers in their hotels. To his right the central dome of the US Capitol building gleamed with floodlights, postcard perfect.
Gavin here, came his boss, Captain Gavin McCords deep voice. You still at the courthouse?
Adam had had a late meeting with the DA regarding a case against a drug dealer whod been selling in and around the metro DC area. The elite Capitol K-9 Unit had been called in to assist the local police during a two-hour manhunt nine months ago. The K-9 unit was often enlisted in various crimes throughout the Washington, DC, area.
Ace had been the one to find the suspect hiding in a construction Dumpster outside of the National Art Gallery. The suspect took the DAs deal and gave up the names of his associates rather than stand trial, which had been scheduled to begin later this week.
A victory on this rainy spring evening.
Yes, sir. Adam spotted a group of teenage boys huddled together giving a group of teen girls furtive glances. Ah, to be that young and impetuous again. He remembered his own junior high school field trip from Colorado to the nations capital. Hed fallen in love with DC that week. Never in his wildest imagining had he thought hed end up working in the iconic city.
Theres been a break-in at the American Museum and two of the museum employees have been assaulted, Gavin stated.
Injured or dead? Adam asked, already moving down the steps toward his vehicle with Ace at his heels.
Injured. The intruder rendered both employees unconscious, but the security guard came to and pulled the fire alarm, scaring off the intruder. Both have been rushed to the hospital on Varnum Street. Gavins tone intensified. But the other victim is who Im interested in. Lana Gomez.
The name rang a familiar chord in Adam. Dark eyes in a pretty face rose to the forefront of his mind. He and Ace had been in on the interview with Lana regarding her older sister, Rosa Gomezs death last month.
Lanas reaction, or rather lack of reaction, to the news of her sisters untimely demise had been strange. Shed seemed anxious, not grief-stricken like he would have expected for a woman whose sister had just died and left a child behind. Shed asked the right questions, took notes on little Juans care but there had been something off about her. It bothered him enough that hed checked on Lanas alibi for the time of her sisters death. It was solid.
Hed been surprised to learn Lana had not known of her nephews existence. However, she had said shed contact a lawyer about petitioning for custody though she hadnt appeared enthused by the idea. Last he knew two-year-old Juan still lived in the group foster home that was funded by Congressmen Jeffries and run by Adams captains fiancée, Cassie Danvers.
You want me at the hospital? He and Ace reached the white-and-blue Blazer with Capitol K-9 emblazoned across the sides.
Using the remote access in his pocket, Adam unlocked the kennel door that had been installed specially for the canine. The door popped open and Adam pointed; the dog jumped in and lay down, his ears up, his eyes watchful. Ace knew they were on a case.
Theyd been partnered for three years now, ever since Adam signed on to the Capitol K-9 Unit after leaving the FBI.
The transition from agent to K-9 officer had a definite learning curve, but after completing the patrol dog training, he and Ace had developed a symbiosis that had Joe, Adams brother, convinced the dog could read Adams mind and vice versa. Maybe it was true. After living alone for most of his adult life, he certainly enjoyed having the canine as a roommate.