Deadly Days of Christmas

by Carla Cassidy

Genres: Police Procedurals; Romantic Suspense; Crime Fiction

Synopsis

A serial killer. A deadly vendetta.
And Christmas is just beginning…

Sheriff Mac McKnight has his reasons for hating Christmas. But when a serial killer targets Mac's sleepy Kansas town, the holidays quickly go from dreaded to deadly. Now he's relying on the insight of newly deputized Callie Stevens to track down the killer. Only, Mac's in danger of falling for his cheery blonde coworker—who just happens to match the profile of the killer's Christmas victims…

From Harlequin Intrigue: Seek thrills. Solve crimes. Justice served.

Release date: October 26, 2021

Publisher: Harlequin

Print pages: 256

Sample

Chapter One

Callie Stevens walked briskly down the sidewalk toward the sheriff’s department in the distance. December 1 began her most favorite time of the year—the coming of the holidays.

Overnight the street crews of Rock Ridge, Kansas, had worked to hang red-and-white lights in the shapes of candy canes on each streetlamp, along with greenery that added to the festive aura.

She loved Christmas and this year she was determined to bring a little bit of the holiday into her work space, something that had been an unspoken taboo for the past two years she’d worked as a receptionist-dispatcher for Sheriff Mac McKnight.

Her cheeks warmed a little against the unusually cold, blustery air as she thought of Sheriff Hottie, her secret nickname for him. If this year went as the last year had, Sheriff Hottie’s cranky mood would begin today and last through the holidays.

“We need a little Christmas,” she murmured beneath her breath and then opened the back door of the sheriff’s office. Her shift was four in the afternoon to midnight, when Glenda Rivers came in to relieve her. She went into the break room, where Johnny Matthews greeted her with a wide smile. “Cold out there, right?”

“Too cold for so early in the season,” she agreed as she hung up her white winter coat on one of the hooks protruding from the wall on one side of the room. “Anything popping this evening?” she asked.

“Absolutely nothing,” Johnny replied. He took a swig of his soda and then set the can back on the table. “I think it’s going to be a long, boring night. It’s too cold for even the crazies to be out.”

She laughed. “Don’t sound so depressed, Johnny. That’s the way we’re supposed to want things...boring. Who else is on tonight?”

“Cameron and Adam. They’re out on patrol right now.” Johnny downed the last of his soda, crushed the can and then stood. He was a good-looking guy with dark hair and brown bedroom eyes.

He’d made it clear on more than one occasion that he wouldn’t mind going out with her, but Callie had no interest in dating him. She thought of him more like a big brother. She just felt no chemistry with him.

“Guess I’ll hit the road,” he said and grabbed his coat off one of the hooks. “You still haven’t bought a car?”

“No.” Callie released a deep sigh. Her old car had finally died two months ago with the repair estimate being more than the car’s worth. “Every time I think about the whole process of getting a new one, I get a headache. I can walk to work and to pretty much all the stores on Main Street. I keep asking myself why I really need a car.”

“On days like this when the cold wind blows, it’s nice to have a car to take you where you need to go,” Johnny replied and then laughed. “I think I almost made a rhyme. Now I’d better get back to work.”

“Stay safe out there,” Callie said.

“Always,” Johnny replied. As he went out the back door, Callie left the break room and headed up the hallway toward the reception area.

She passed Sheriff McKnight’s office door. It was closed but she knew he was probably in there. He was almost always here or out on the streets. It wasn’t unheard-of for him to still be here in the office at midnight and be back at seven in the morning. The man was definitely a workaholic.

“Hey, Callie,” Maggie Jones greeted her and rose from the desk. “I have a feeling it’s going to be a long, boring shift for you. The phone hasn’t rung all day.”

Maggie was the grandmother of ten, but she refused to be one of those grannies who sat home and baked cookies. With her brassy red hair and raucous laughter, she had been a fixture in the sheriff’s office for years.

“I always bring a book with me in case things are really slow,” Callie replied. “And today I also brought this...” She reached into her purse and withdrew the large red-and-white candle and set it on the desk. “This will make the whole place smell like peppermint.”

“Oh girl, you know that’s not a good idea,” Maggie replied and cast a quick glance down the hallway.

“Surely he can’t complain about one simple little candle,” Callie protested.

“A candle that smells like Christmas,” Maggie said, raising one of her red eyebrows. “I love Mac to death, but you know he’s like Scrooge around this time of the year.”

“I’m sure it will be fine,” Callie said with a touch of false bravado.

Maggie got up from the desk and laughed. “I just hope you’re alive for your shift tomorrow.” Maggie gathered up her things and with a goodbye she headed out the front door.

Callie placed the candle on the desk, her purse on the floor, and then sank down in the desk chair. In a small town like Rock Ridge there was nothing technical or complicated about being a dispatcher. Her job was to answer the phone, facilitate help for anyone who came through the doors and use her radio to stay in touch with the officers on duty.

Most of the calls that came in were nonemergency issues, so her job was relatively undemanding. What she really wanted was to become a deputy and work side-by-side with the sheriff.

After high school she had moved to Kansas City and had gotten her degree in criminal justice. She’d landed a job as a deputy on a small-town force just outside the city and life had looked bright. Then tragedy had struck.

She shook her head, unwilling to allow any sad thoughts to intrude into her head at the moment. She got out a lighter from her purse and lit the candle and then settled in for work.

Everything remained quiet for the next hour or so and then she heard the ominous creak of Mac’s office door opening. She glanced at the flickering candlelight as his footsteps came closer and then she drew in a deep breath for courage.

As always, her heart fluttered a bit in anticipation of seeing him. There was just something about Mac that made her feel like a breathless teenage girl with a crush.

He stepped into the reception area. He was a tall, broad-shouldered man. His dark hair was cut short and his features were well-defined. Lordy, the man was hot. His gray eyes now shot to the candle and then back to her.

“Afternoon, Callie,” he said, his low, deep voice shooting warmth right to the center of her belly.

“Afternoon, Sheriff,” she replied.

Once again his gaze shot to the candle throwing out the sweet scent of peppermint. She heard him draw in a deep breath. “I’m heading to the café for an early dinner,” he said. “If you need anything in the next hour or so, that’s where I’ll be.”

“Enjoy,” she replied, happy that he said nothing about the candle.

As he headed out the front door, she couldn’t help but admire how his khaki pants fit over his sexy butt and down his long legs. She released a deep sigh as he disappeared from her sight.

She’d been working here for almost two years and on most days, she wasn’t even sure Mac noticed her at all. He obviously had no idea that she was crazy mad in love with him.

All she wanted was for him to really see her, to allow her to bring a little joy into his life. Because she had a feeling from everything she’d seen of the man, he appeared to have little or no joy in his life. To Callie, there was just something a little bit sad about him.

Of course, if he knew she thought that about him, he’d probably be highly offended. He was a strong and proud man who loved his town and had committed his entire career to keeping the citizens safe. The deputies who worked with him all adored him and considered him a fair and supportive employer.

She was twenty-seven years old and wanted to be with the man of her dreams. She wanted to be loved and cared about and begin planning a family. It was unfortunate that the man of her dreams didn’t know she was anything other than a capable dispatcher.

The ring of the phone pulled her from her thoughts of Mac. She took the call and then an hour later Mac walked back into the office. As always, her heart quickened in pace just a little bit.

“How was your dinner?” she asked.

“It’s always good at the café,” he replied. “I had the Tuesday-night special.”

“Meatloaf with mashed potatoes and corn,” she said with a grin.

“You must eat there often to know the daily specials.”

“On my nights off I usually grab dinner at the café,” she replied.

“Anything happen while I was gone?”

“Daisy Miller called.”

A slow, lazy grin curved his mouth, half-melting Callie’s heart. “Let me guess. Bubba got out again and she wanted all the deputies to come over and get him back into the house.”

“You got it.” Bubba was Daisy’s miniature pet pig and about once a week the pig somehow got out of the house and into Daisy’s yard. “I told her somebody would get back to her and fifteen minutes later she called again to say she’d coaxed Bubba back into the house with a pan full of roast beef and vegetables.”

“I wouldn’t believe it was a normal week if Daisy didn’t call about Bubba,” he replied. “And now I’m going to head out on patrol for a couple of hours.”

With a murmured goodbye, he headed down the hallway and exited out the back door and Callie settled back in for another long, boring night.

Mac was back at eight and returned to his office. The deputies came and went, talking and teasing with her and breaking up the monotony of her job.

At ten until midnight Glenda Rivers showed up to relieve Callie. Glenda had just greeted Callie when the phone rang. Callie picked up. “Rock Ridge Sheriff’s Department,” she said.

“I just murdered a woman. Her body is on Main Street,” a deep voice said.

Callie frowned. Was this some kind of a joke? “May I ask who is calling?” The caller identification showed an anonymous number.

“That doesn’t matter. She’s on a bench in front of the post office.” Whoever it was then hung up.

Callie immediately jumped up from the desk, so disturbed by what she’d just heard that she didn’t think about calling Mac on the radio. Instead, she raced down the hallway and burst into his office.

“Mac...Sheriff, I just got a call that there’s a body of a murdered woman on Main Street on the bench in front of the post office,” she explained.

Mac rose from his desk. “Who called it in?”

“It was an anonymous call,” she replied. “It was a male, but I didn’t recognize the voice.” She watched as he pulled on his winter coat. “Mac, could I ride along with you? Glenda is here to take over the desk. Please, you know I’ve been asking forever to shadow you for more experience.”

He hesitated a moment and frowned. “Okay, grab your coat and meet me at my car.”

Callie didn’t waste any time. She went up front and grabbed her purse, then raced down the hallway and into the break room to grab her coat. This was what she’d been waiting for. She’d wanted an opportunity to work with him. At least now maybe he would be able to see that she’d make a good deputy...or better yet that she’d make a great girlfriend.

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“COLDEST NIGHT OF the year and somebody has put a body on a bench? It’s got to be a hoax,” Mac said as he started his patrol car. “There hasn’t been a murder around here in the past four years and that one was a domestic that went bad.”

“That was obviously before my time here,” Callie replied.

“Yeah, it was,” he agreed. He tore out of the parking lot behind the office and turned onto Main Street. He cast a quick glance at her.

With her curly blond hair, sparkling blue eyes and ready smile, she looked more like a cheerleader than a wanna-be deputy. She smelled like crisp fresh flowers with a hint of cinnamon and vanilla. She also smelled of danger...the kind of danger that could get a man into trouble.

He wasn’t even sure why he’d allowed her to come with him other than the fact that she asked frequently to ride with him and in the chaos of the strange phone call he’d had a weak moment.

He found her attractive and sexy as hell, so he tried to keep his distance from her. He had no desire to have a relationship of any kind with any woman. He preferred being alone.

He emptied his head as he drew closer to the post office. At least it was cold enough and late enough that the streets and sidewalks were empty of people.

And then he saw her. Despite what had been done to her he immediately recognized her. The dead woman on the bench was Melinda Tyson, a waitress at the café.

“Oh my God,” Callie said with a gasp.

Mac pulled his car to a stop. “Stay here,” he said to Callie and then he jumped out and hurried to Melinda. She was a horrifying sight, posed with a little red Santa hat on her blond hair and with a dead bird in her mouth. What the hell?

If she still had a pulse, if she had any sign that she still clung to life, he’d do what he could to sustain that life until an ambulance from the hospital could come.

As he got closer to her, he knew she was dead, but he still checked her wrist for a pulse.