Jennifer Chase
Publisher: Bookouture
Publication Date: August 30, 2024
Pages: 362
Genre: Crime Thriller
A wind chime sways a sweet melody above
several pairs of shoes neatly laid out on the welcome the mat: two large
pairs, and three small. On the door frame, a perfect crimson handprint,
the color of blood…
Out on her morning run, Detective Katie
Scott is stopped in her tracks when her service dog, Cisco, alerts her
to something. Weaving through the towering pine trees, Katie is
horrified to find a little girl alone in the woods, dressed in a white
nightgown. The child sobs into Katie’s arms. She’s unharmed, but clearly
traumatized. Scooping her up, Katie follows the trail to a large
farmhouse. But what she finds there rips the air from her lungs: one,
two, three, four bodies laid out side by side, all in matching pajamas.
The
Banks family were attacked in their sleep, but how had the little girl
trembling in Katie’s arms escape with her life? What twisted monster
would do such a thing, and why leave no trace but a single bloody
handprint on the doorframe? Katie vows to find answers for this sweet
child who has lost everything and everyone.
Working night and day
to piece together why this innocent family were targeted, Katie thinks
she has her first lead when she discovers the family were under witness
protection. Had they seen something they shouldn’t? Was the aim to
silence them forever? Questions are still spinning in Katie’s mind when
another family is discovered dead in their beds on the other side of
Pine Valley.
With the entire department stretched to breaking
point with an unprecedented body count and trace evidence stacking up,
it’s going to take everything Katie has to track this twisted killer
down. But as she closes in on her target, it’s clear someone close to
Katie is keeping a deadly secret. How many more innocent lives will be
lost before she can bring them to justice?
Release Date: October 30, 2024
Publisher: Bookouture
Soft Cover: 978-1835256367; 362 pages; $11.99; eBook $3.99; Free with Kindle Unlimited; also available in audiobook .99
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Count-Their-Graves-completely-unputdownable/dp/1835256368
First Chapter:
Wednesday 0645 hours
Detective Katie Scott ran every morning unless weather or work prohibited it. This particular morning she was motivated to switch up her usual running routine. It was good to change a habit—at least she thought so as she climbed the steep incline to get to the Bramble Trail. Her life had returned to normal with her fiancé home safe, and the stream of cold cases she was investigating was buzzing through her mind. She preferred to clear her head in solitude, in rural settings, before beginning her demanding day.
“C’mon, Cisco,” she called behind her.
The jet-black German shepherd immediately stopped sniffing the low-lying bushes and downed pine tree limbs and easily bounded up the trail behind Katie with his focus now completely on his partner.
After two Army tours in Afghanistan as a bomb K9 team, Katie was able to bring her military dog Cisco home with her to Pine Valley, California. Even though the dog was a retired veteran, he often accompanied Katie on her cases when large areas needed to be searched or when she needed extra security. Katie currently headed up the cold-case unit for the Pine Valley Sheriff’s Department with her partner, Detective Sean McGaven.
The morning air was exceptionally cool and invigorating, filling her lungs as she pushed her body harder until she reached the top of the incline, where it leveled out and weaved along the ridge of the Bramble Trail. Her legs tightened and her breath became intense, but she didn’t slow down. Cisco had dashed ahead and was waiting for her at the top—tongue out and ears alert, staring down.
Once at the top of the ridge, Katie paused and admired the view, feeling like she was on the top of the world. It was a place where she could take a deep breath and let whatever was bothering her fade away. There were a few houses in the surrounding area with extended acreage, but it didn’t take away from the sense of being alone in nature. The towering pine trees were dense with thick branches and loomed above, producing a wonderful aroma. Down in the valley, there was a faint sound of one of the meandering creeks flowing. She enjoyed the moment as her pulse returned to normal.
Katie picked up her run again, this time at half speed, along the seldom-used trail. The path was slightly uneven, but navigable, and good for more of a workout. As she ran, she noticed that Cisco seemed agitated and not his relaxed self. The dog had tensed his body, tail lowered, and he seemed to have caught a scent in the air. Katie slowed her pace and scanned the area around them. Her senses also heightened. Nothing seemed strange to her—but Cisco still didn’t relax. She took the dog’s uneasiness seriously. Her hand slid up to the small holstered Beretta under her hoodie, an automatic response whenever there was a possibility of any kind of danger.
Cisco gave a low grumble and his fur prickled along his backbone.
Katie slowed.
The dog barked several times and took off in a full run.
“Cisco!”
Katie watched helplessly as her dog disappeared into the dense forest. Fearful thoughts thundered through her mind of all the potential hazards—bears, rogue hunters, loose dog packs, or armed criminals hiding out.
“Cisco!”
It was not like the dog to disobey Katie’s direct commands. Her heart rate increased as she ran after him. She could feel her pulse hammering in her neck.
Dodging through the trees and climbing over a couple of low-lying branches, Katie kept moving as fast as she could, expecting to hear voices and more barking, but it was strangely quiet. She hurried from behind a grouping of pine trees and leaped back onto the trail. She saw Cisco’s dark outline standing over a white bundle.
Katie slowed her pace, trying to decipher what the white object was. She moved cautiously, mesmerized by what Cisco was so adamant about alerting her to. The noble dog made several circles around the bundle, nose down, nudging it gently.
“Cisco,” she whispered, as suddenly the white bundle moved and a small hand appeared. Cisco nuzzled the tiny fingers.
Katie stumbled forward onto her knees only to discover a little blonde girl with curly locks, dressed in an oversized white nightgown. The lace sleeves were longer than her tiny arms. Katie also noticed red spots splashed across the front and down the sleeves: blood.
“Good boy, Cisco,” she said, petting the dog, concerned by their discovery.
Turning her full attention to the little girl, she said, “What are you doing all the way out here, sweetheart?” She looked around to see if there was someone else, but it was deserted. There was nothing to indicate why the girl was outside. No footprints. No toys or pieces of clothing. It was as if she had been dropped here.
The sleepy-eyed girl appeared to be about four years old. “I’m cold,” she barely whispered as she shivered.
“Are you hurt?” said Katie as she looked for any injuries. The girl’s skin was icy, as if she had been out in the elements for a while—possibly a few hours. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”
“Em… Emily,” she said.
“How did you get here?”
“Mommy brought me…”
A chill ran down Katie’s spine.
“Okay, Emily. Stay here with Cisco and I’ll be right back. Can you do that for me?” Katie wanted to pick the girl up, hug her, and take her to safety, but she needed to assess the area first. Security was her priority and then getting the little girl to safety.
The little girl nodded. Her blue eyes stared at Katie as she pet the dog. It was a look that Katie wouldn’t soon forget. The pure innocence struck her soul.
Katie stood up and unzipped her hoodie and then wrapped it around the little girl. The cool morning air hit her as she was now dressed in just a tank top. She pulled her weapon, still scanning the area. There was a farmhouse and barn down below the ridge and she assumed that was where Emily lived. There weren’t any other homes within view and most were likely several acres away.
Had the little girl ventured out without anyone knowing? Did the mother really leave her here? Or was there something terribly wrong?
Katie didn’t want to move Emily yet until she knew for sure that everything was safe on the property.
“Cisco, you stay.”
The dog instinctively downed next to the little girl. Emily’s small arms wrapped around the dog’s neck as she snuggled up against him for warmth.
Katie looked around and felt that, secluded in between trees, they would be safe until she could quickly search the area. Reaching into her pocket, she made sure her cell phone had a strong signal—which it did.
“Good boy, Cisco. Bleib… Wache…” She told Cisco to stay and guard the little girl. Her dog’s training words were in German, meaning stay and watch. Katie didn’t need to repeat herself because the dog knew what to do, but somehow it made her feel better. She hated leaving them alone, but it was the best way to proceed under the circumstances. By the time help arrived, it might be too late. She needed to report to dispatch exactly what was going on so that backup wasn’t blindly going into a potentially dangerous situation.
After taking one last look at Emily huddled with Cisco, Katie moved to the edge of the trail and began slowly making her way toward the backside of the house. She wondered how Emily got up the hill; there wasn’t dirt or mud on her gown.
Watching for any movement, Katie carefully stepped down the incline until she was on a walkway leading to the front of a modern farmhouse. There were unusual scrolled architectural details along the rooflines and windows that made it seem to be a custom build. Katie stopped and listened. The wind had died down and she felt the temperature had risen a few degrees from when she first began her run. Even though it was still cool, her skin was warm and clammy. Adrenalin was pumping, making her arms and legs strangely prickly and a bit shaky. She maintained her focus and continued to press forward. With her gun directed out in front of her, she kept moving, expecting anything.
There was a pickup truck and a minivan parked in the semicircle driveway, giving the impression that someone was home. The front of the farmhouse had a large porch with white wicker chairs and colorful pillows. There was a porch swing on one end and potted plants lined up side by side at the other. A cheerful welcome mat said, “Home Sweet Home.” A wind chime hung on the left side of the door and gently swayed a melody. There were several pairs of shoes carefully placed to the right side of the mat. By Katie’s quick assessment, there were two adults and three children that resided in the home.
The front door was wide open. Droplets of red spattered the porch and the entrance inside. Concentrated smudges were around the doorframe as if someone had tried to steady themselves.
“Hello?” she called out, watching her surroundings.
Nothing moved. No sound came from indoors. Katie’s senses were on hyper-alert. Everything seemed more vivid and louder than usual.
She cautiously stepped over the threshold and peered inside. The large open plan made it easy to see the living room, dining room, and kitchen in a quick scan. There were several photographs of the family—and she saw tiny Emily with an older boy and girl. Everything looked neat and orderly. That’s what made the bloody hammer lying in the middle of the floor so horrifying.
Katie stood surveying the room for a moment, taking a deep breath. It seemed that the bloody hammer had been dropped there. There were droplets of blood marking a path to the front door. There were no obvious signs of a struggle—no broken items, chairs overturned, or shelves spilled.
Katie turned and could see that the two main doors of the barn just across the open area were standing wide open. She wasn’t sure if it was instinct or fear that drove her, but she backed out of the house, careful not to disturb anything, and watchfully headed for the barn. Everything remained still and eerily quiet.
Katie kept to the sides of the barn and inched her way slowly to the opening. Her ears pounded. Her breathing shrank to shallow gasps. Staying low, she entered the building. It wasn’t a livestock barn, but rather a type of workshop and storage facility. Katie scanned the interior, taking everything in. Slowly lowering her weapon, she dropped to her knees in misery, only inches from the stagnant pools of blood on the ground in front of her. Barely registering what she saw, she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the four bodies of a man, a woman, and a young boy and girl neatly lined up next to each other, still dressed in their pajamas.
About the Author:
Jennifer Chase is a multi award-winning and USA Today Best Selling crime fiction author, as well as a consulting criminologist. Jennifer holds a bachelor degree in police forensics and a master’s degree in criminology & criminal justice. These academic pursuits developed out of her curiosity about the criminal mind as well as from her own experience with a violent psychopath, providing Jennifer with deep personal investment in every story she tells. In addition, she holds certifications in serial crime and criminal profiling.
She is an affiliate member of the International Association of Forensic Criminologists, and member of the International Thriller Writers.
Her latest book is Count Their Graves.
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