Author: Mary Burton
Release Date: September 19, 2017
Genre: Romantic Suspense/Thriller
Publisher: Montlake Romance
Either Kate made a deadly error, or she’s got a copycat on her hands. Paired with homicide detective Theo Mazur, she quickly realizes this murder is more twisted than it first appeared. Then a second body is found, the mode of death identical to a different case that Kate thought she’d put behind her.
Now Kate and Detective Mazur aren’t just working a homicide; the investigative pair is facing a formidable enemy who knows Kate intimately. While Mazur is personally trying to protect Kate, the closer they are drawn to the killer, the clearer it becomes that in this terrifying game, there is only one rule: don’t believe everything you see…
Exclusive Excerpt: THE LAST MOVE by Mary Burton
Mazur and Kate arrived at the Sanchez car dealership located in central San Antonio. The glittering glass-and-chrome showroom featured expensive luxury cars. A red Ferrari 488 Spider was parked beside a black Lamborghini Aventador. There were a few more name brands Kate recognized, but the others were unfamiliar.
“Impressive,” Mazur said as he ran his hand over the Lamborghini’s polished hood.
“I’m not really a car person.” Kate looked around the dealership, expecting a salesperson to appear. Their absence suggested news of Gloria’s death had reached the staff.
He moved around to the driver’s side of the car and peered into the window. “I bet you drive something compact and dependable. And I guess it’s white.”
“It’s silver,” she said.
“Were you walking on the wild side when you sprang for that color?”
He was teasing her again, and despite herself she smiled. “I like things plain and simple. Boring can be very refreshing.”
“When you bought the car, was it the demo on the lot or the loaner the dealership gave to people when their car needed servicing?”
“I negotiated a good deal.”
“I would expect no less. You rent or own the furniture in your apartment?”
“I own it.”
He opened the car door and slid behind the wheel. “Standard, practical furnishings. I’m guessing small compact television, no cable, and lots of books.” Reverently he palmed the gearshift. “Am I right?”
“Not too far from the truth.” It was one thing to profile someone else, quite another to have it done so well back at her. “In my defense, I’m never there. It doesn’t make sense to pay for cable.” She looked past the car to the office.
With a sigh, he got out of the car. “I’ve been a cop long enough to know, I need a home that’s separate and untouched by work. I had that in Chicago. It was a whole world that didn’t revolve around work. Family and friends.”
“And you gave it up for a town you’ve yet to commit yourself to.”
He moved toward the Ferrari. “Ever wondered what it would be like to drive one of these?”
She allowed his deflection to stand. “No. And if we’re playing guess-my-ride, I’d say your personal vehicle is American made. Dark. You keep the car clean and polished, but if you look on the undercarriage there’s some rust from the Chicago winters. I’d also say you don’t have subscription radio or personalized plates.”
He grinned, reminding her of a kid getting caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “Go on.”
“Your suit is older, but it’s a classic style and well maintained. You tie your tie in a Windsor knot because you like to look professional. Even your police-issue car isn’t the newest model, but again, it’s clean and your files organized.”
“I’m low man on the totem pole.”
“Agreed, but the car doesn’t bother you. I’d wager you like to watch classic football games. You wouldn’t leave Chicago for San Antonio if family didn’t matter. I’d also wager the divorce was not your idea.”
“Why do you say that?”
“A few times you’ve touched your ring finger as if you expected the band to be there.”
He laughed. “Pretty good. We could keep playing this game, but I’m afraid of what you’ll say. You must be a hit at parties.” He held up a finger before she could answer and grinned. “But I’m guessing you don’t go to parties. You’d rather spend your time alone reading with your three rental cats.”
She couldn’t resist a smile. “I listen to audiobooks while I run or hike. I don’t like being indoors.”
“Don’t want to waste the sunshine.”
Some of his smile faded. “Because you spend too much time in the dark hunting monsters?”
“Yes, they are.”
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Digital Copy of The Last Move
Ends Oct 5, 2017
Digital Copy of The Last Move
Ends Oct 5, 2017