Crossing Danger: A Paranormal Women's Fiction Novel

Book 7: Shelby Nichols Adventure

by Colleen Helme

Genres: Amateur Sleuth; Cozy Mystery; Paranormal Cozy Mysteries; Private Investigators; Female Sleuths; Supernatural suspense; Shelby Nichols Adventures

Synopsis

Want to take a ride on the wild side?

Shelby Nichols isn't your average soccer-mom turned private investigator.

She's more on the quirky side with a little wild thrown in.

That's because a near-fatal gunshot wound to the head left her with the ability to read minds.

This lands her in all kinds of troubling situations. Helping a reporter, finding a missing child, and solving a conspiracy that involves the police are just a few.

Soon, Shelby is crossing danger at every turn. Will she find the answers in time? Or will this be her last adventure?

Read it and find out.

USA TODAY and Wall Street Journal Bestselling author Colleen Helme offers a clever mix of mystery, laugh-out-loud humor, and page-turning adventure in the highly acclaimed Shelby Nichols Adventure Series.

*****

Crossing Danger is a book that has all the elements of a gripping suspense mystery: evolving plot, evocative setting, and engaging characters.~ Coffeeholic Bookworm

Crossing Danger is part of a mystery series that has one of the most unique characters that I have ever had the pleasure to read about!~ SamsBookBlog

Colleen Helme has created an elaborate mystery with the perfect amount of suspense and action.~ BYOBookClub

Perfect for fans of Darynda Jones, Jana DeLeon, Elizabeth Hunter, Shannon Mayer, and Eve Langlais.

Release date: April 27, 2015

Publisher: Manetto Books

Print pages: 317

Sample

Chapter 1

I stood inside the small women’s locker room dressed in white drawstring pants that ended several inches above my ankles, and a robe-like top that crisscrossed to close in front. Luckily, I wore a black tank top underneath, since there wasn’t anything besides a white belt to hold it together.

I tied the belt in a knot and let out a breath, hoping I’d done it right. The white training uniform was a bit stiff, and worse, felt like a poufy marshmallow around me. I let out a disgusted huff, knowing that I looked like the womanly version of the Pillsbury dough-boy.

Billie Jo waited just outside the door, but it was hard to step out there dressed like this. Did I really need to do this? Especially since I’d know what everyone was thinking about me? Reading minds often came in handy, but not in situations like this.

Of course, the fact that a serial killer had recently taken me hostage and nearly killed me certainly helped. It was time to learn some self-defense, so nothing like that could ever happen to me again.

So what if I looked silly, and that with my ‘superpower’ of reading minds I’d know what everyone thought of me. I could take it. Besides, I had to start somewhere, right?

I took a calming breath and opened the door.

Billie smiled encouragingly before glancing down at the way I’d tied my belt. Her brows drew sharply together, and she was thinking it looked like a disaster. No way did she want me out on the mat looking like that. “Here...let me help you with that. Tie it this way...” She demonstrated how to do it, then pulled it tight. “Okay. Now you’re good to go.”

“Um...thanks,” I said.

She didn’t miss the embarrassed flush creeping up my neck and was thinking I should just suck it up and be grateful she was there to keep me from looking like a dork. With an indulgent smile that contradicted her thoughts, she turned and led the way to the mat.

Swallowing my pride, I followed behind, noting that her black skirt-like pants with the waist-high belt looked ten times better than my outfit. Compared to her, I looked like I was still in my underwear and had forgotten to put my pants on.

A vision of getting out there and everyone laughing at me crossed my mind but, given how Billie made sure my belt was right, I didn’t think she’d let me embarrass her like that. Still, once we got to the mat, I let out a relieved breath to find I wasn’t the only one wearing white training pants.

Billie did a quick bow before stepping onto the mat, so I bowed as well. I followed her to stand in a line before the teacher, or Sensei, as everyone called him. He wore the same black pants as Billie but, on him, they seemed more dignified and masterful. He was also a big, tall and brawny kind of guy. With his long, gray-black hair pulled back into a ponytail, he intimidated the crap out of me.

He caught my gaze and nodded a cool greeting while I tried to hide my jittering nerves. After he introduced me to the rest of the class, we began with a few stretches and warm-ups. Then he taught us that the most important part of Aikido was learning how to fall safely and then roll around to get back up.

Besides Billie, there was only one other woman in the class. Her name was Melissa, and she was a second-degree black belt like Billie. With the two of them paying special attention to me, I began to relax and actually started to enjoy myself. Even the rolling-around part didn’t seem so bad. They showed me some basic techniques, and my confidence grew.

Near the end of class, Sensei asked if I had any questions, so I blurted out the one thing I’d been thinking about all night. “Yeah. I was just wondering...if someone was to get me in a choke hold with his elbow around my neck and start dragging me backwards, would I be able to get away?”

His gaze caught mine, and his eyes narrowed. He was thinking that, from the fear in my eyes and the tone of my voice, it probably wasn’t a rhetorical question. No. I had the look of someone who’d been there, and a spike of anger rushed over him. He’d seen it more times than he liked, and it always made him furious.

“Yes you can. I’ll show you how.” He turned his gaze to Melissa and asked her to help him demonstrate the technique. Since she was about my size, and he was huge, I was interested to see how she could possibly take him on and come out on top.

He stood behind her and clamped his elbow around her neck beneath her chin. “The first thing you do is tuck your chin down so they can’t choke you.” She did this, and Sensei proceeded to explain how she needed to pull down on his elbow and step back, then grab his wrist and forcefully push outward with his elbow still bent. “At this point, you will break his arm.”

Whoa! That sounded pretty awesome, and I couldn’t help smiling with wicked delight. He demonstrated the technique a few more times, adding different variations to the attack, and then asked me to practice with him. Him! The biggest guy in the class!

I nervously licked my lips and, as he put his arm around my neck, that feeling of helplessness washed over me. But he patiently talked me through the moves and, after breaking his hold a few times, confidence replaced my fear. I even forced him to the mat once. Who would have thought? By the end of class, I was pumped. This was the right place for me, and I could hardly wait to come back and learn more.

As I changed my clothes, I envisioned how fun it would be to take Ramos down. Since I had an appointment with Uncle Joey the next day, I could even try it then. With that happy thought, the fact that I had to see Uncle Joey didn’t seem so bad.

He was the crime boss who knew my secret that I could read minds, and Ramos was his hit man and bodyguard. We’d shared a few life-and-death situations together over the last several months, and now we had a complicated relationship... complicated because, as much as I didn’t like the whole mob-boss thing, I still liked Uncle Joey.

Ramos also held a special place in my heart, especially after what happened a few weeks ago. My breath hitched just thinking about how he’d saved me from being burned alive. In fact, he’d risked his own life to save mine, nearly dying in the process. How could I ever turn my back on either of them?

In my head, I knew it was wrong to work for a mob-boss and his hit man but, so far, that didn’t stop me from going to his office every time he called. At this point, helping him out was like second nature to me, and I didn’t even question it. Only... now it looked like I was part of his organization, and if he went down, I’d probably go down with him.

It kind of made my chest hurt, but thoughts of jail time for being in his employment still didn’t stop me. Nope. Not even a little. Somehow, Uncle Joey had gained my loyalty and trust. It was somewhat disconcerting to realize that, no matter how wrong it was, I still couldn’t bring myself to stop helping him. Whoa, was I ever in too deep, or what?

The door opened a crack, and Billie peeked in. “Hey Shelby, are you dressed?”

“Um...yeah,” I said, grateful for the interruption. “Just putting on my shoes. Why?”

“I just got done with the weirdest phone call from Addie Matern. Remember her? She’s the Attorney General’s secretary?”

“Of course,” I said.

“I’ve been trying to reach her for the last several days, and she just texted me that she was leaving town. For good. I called and convinced her to meet with me before she left. I don’t know what in the blazes has gotten into her, but with your premonitions, you might be able to figure it out. Is there any way you can come?”

“Um...well...”

“Please? If she takes off now, we might never have what we need to take down Grayson Sharp.”

“Okay...sure.”

Billie was a reporter for the newspaper, and I’d helped her with a few of her stories. She in turn had helped me out a few times. She didn’t know the truth that I could read minds, instead believing that I had ‘premonitions’ and that’s how I figured things out. It was the same thing I’d told Detective Harris, or ‘Dimples’ as I liked to call him.

It hit me how complicated my life had become. Not only did I help Uncle Joey whenever he needed me, but I had started my own consulting agency, and it sometimes involved helping the police and now Billie. My plate was pretty full. Still, I couldn’t turn her down. “Where’s the meeting?”

“Same place as before...Gracie’s Tavern. I’ll drive us out, and then bring you back here for your car when we’re done.”

“That should work.” I finished tying my shoes and then sent a quick text to my husband, Chris, telling him I’d be a little late.

During the drive, Billie told me what was going on with the investigation into Grayson Sharp, the Attorney General, and his not-so-law-abiding ways. “That weasel won’t resign,” she complained. “And it looks like the legislature and the county attorney’s office are dragging their feet about investigating him...even though they said they would.”

Billie also worried that she might have to shoulder some of the blame since she hadn’t turned her evidence, in the form of a thumb-drive, over to the proper authorities. “That thumb-drive Addie gave me won’t be enough without her testimony to back it up, so she can’t leave town. You have to talk some sense into her.”

“So...you didn’t turn the thumb-drive over as evidence?”

“Uh...no. I probably should have, but I was worried that someone might lose it...you know...on purpose?”

“How much of it did you print in your article?”

Her lips turned down with disapproval, and she glanced at me. “Well...maybe if you’d read it, you’d know.”

“Hey...I had a lot going on right then. At least I helped you.”

“Okay, okay...sorry.” She knew I was right and that she needed to calm down. “I mentioned a few of the cases that made it to the attorney general’s office, which he had dismissed for no good reason, and stated that all of the accused businesses had made sizeable donations to his campaign. It was enough to get the ball rolling without disclosing the details on the thumb-drive. I figured I’d save those for insurance, in case they dropped the investigation. But without Addie, I don’t know if any of that will matter.”

“Yeah...I can see how that could be a problem.”

We pulled into the parking lot and hurried inside the tavern. Addie was already there, and relief poured over her to see us. With her wide eyes and pale face, she looked ready to bolt and, from her thoughts, I gathered that if we hadn’t come in just then, she would have.

Billie smiled to put her at ease, but the tension radiating from her was hard to miss. “Hey Addie, thanks for stopping. What’s going on? Why are you leaving?”

She glanced between the two of us and nervously licked her lips. “I can’t be a part of this. I thought I could help, but it’s too involved.” She was thinking about the threatening notes and the phone call from a man who told her to leave town or she’d be dead before the day was out.

“Besides, my mom needs me back home right now. My dad’s got some health issues, and she really needs my help around the house.”

That wasn’t true, but the caller had also threatened to hurt her family if she didn’t do the ‘right thing,’ so it only made sense to use that as the reason for her abrupt departure. “I’m sorry I have to go home, but you’ve got the thumb-drive. You really don’t need me.”

“But we do,” Billie protested. “The thumb-drive won’t go far without your testimony. Besides, you don’t need to worry. No one knows you gave me that thumb-drive, so you’re perfectly safe.”

“Safe?” she blurted. Then realizing her outburst might give her away, she continued. “I mean...yeah...so if it goes to trial, I’ll come back and testify. I promise.” She checked the time and stood. “Well...I’ve got to go. At this rate, I’m going to be up half the night driving, and my mom’s expecting me as soon as I can get there. See you.”

She grabbed her jacket and hurried out of there like someone had lit a short fuse in the seat of her pants. As the door shut behind her, Billie turned to me. “Looks like someone got to her, and she’s running scared.”

“Yeah...I think you’re right. And whoever it is, they know about the thumb-drive. What did you do with it anyway?”

“It’s...” Billie glanced at me. “It’s in a safe place.” But she was thinking that locking it in her desk drawer at work might not have been such a good idea. In fact, she hadn’t checked on it in a while, and a shiver of alarm passed over her. “Do you mind if we stop by my office on the way back to the dojo? I just want to make sure it’s still there.”

“Sure.” I nodded, hoping that my gut feeling was wrong this time, and that the thumb-drive hadn’t been stolen. Billie was hoping the same thing, so when we finally arrived at her desk, she quickly unlocked the drawer and yanked it open.

Even though we’d both expected to find it empty...not seeing the thumb-drive there was still a blow, and Billie frantically searched through each of her drawers. “Damn!” she said. “It’s gone!”

“Are you sure that’s where you put it? You didn’t give it to your boss for safe-keeping, did you?”

She shook her head and silently berated herself, thinking it was a good thing she’d made a copy. “No, and I guess if someone stole it, they’ll know what’s on it.”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “Which must be how they got to Addie. Do you think they might suspect you made a copy? That could be real dangerous for you. I mean, look at how bad they scared her.”

Her eyes narrowed, and she placed her hands on her hips. “How did you know I made a copy?”

“What? Are you kidding me? Of course you’d make a copy. You’re a famous reporter...that’s just something you’d do.” I smiled, hoping she’d buy my explanation, and that throwing in a little complement wouldn’t hurt either.

She was thinking that if I’d figured out she’d made a copy someone else could figure it out too. That could be bad.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. And since most people don’t know you as well as I do, I’m sure your secret’s safe with me.”

“That’s good to know,” she said, thinking I was sure good at picking up on things, since that was exactly what she’d been thinking.

“Well...we’d better get going,” I said. “It’s getting late.”

“Wait. Did you get any other premonitions about Addie? Like...who’s behind this or anything helpful?”

“Sorry...no. I only picked up that someone had threatened her if she didn’t leave town.”

Billie pursed her lips and nodded, then turned to leave. I followed her back to her car, and we drove to the dojo in silence. Mostly because Billie was thinking hard about the case and wondering who had taken the thumb-drive from her locked office desk and also threatened Addie. By the time she let me out at the dojo, I knew where she’d hidden the copy of the thumb-drive. I also knew who she thought was behind it.

“Thanks for your help, Shelby,” she said.

“Sure. Let me know if you need anything else.” She nodded, and I hurried to my car. As I drove home, I worried about Billie. It looked like things were escalating, and I didn’t want to see her get hurt. Had I done enough to help her?

Maybe I should have warned her about Addie’s threatening notes and phone calls...but then she would have wanted to know how I knew all of those details. There was just no easy answer. I could check up on the person she thought was behind it, though, and find out more about them.