Moments for the Heart

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SYNOPSIS:

Masters has retired and Grady now leads the team. All seems well until a series of murders take place resembling the killings four years ago. Grady receives a call from Masters that he has uncovered something at a local warehouse.

A gun runner is using a long-forgotten facility. As the team investigates, they discover more than meets the eye when clues lead them to realize the two events may be related.

It is only a matter of time before an old nemesis resurfaces and extends a challenge none of them expects.

SNIPPET:

Summary:
The Transference II is a sequel to The Transference. It takes place roughly six months after the close of the first novel. The team is settling back into normal cop life when the past resurfaces and they are sent back into the craziness of tracking a killer who should’ve been dead long ago.

A bit of background so you can understand what’s going on. Sophia if from the first book. She was the final person that Tanner possessed. She is a small time drug runner in this book with her partner Greer. Tanner is back and possess another individual, but he is using her to commit his crimes again. Esteban is room service, and Masters is a retired detective working to find Thoran.

Here is a bit from last week:

Thoran felt it from within her, something she hadn’t felt in years: anger and resentment. When Masters tried to get up again, she booted him, and he fell further into the vehicle, hitting his head on the opposite door. As he landed, his pant leg hiked up, revealing his ankle holster. Thoran laughed, or was it Tanner?

Then, without thought, Thoran pulled the weapon and fired three shots into Masters’ back. He coughed and gasped, then breathed no more. Thoran tilted her head, looking into the vehicle, then came to her senses. What if someone heard those shots? She had to leave. But the weapon? Looking around, she saw a dumpster; too obvious. She had to take it with her. The pier!

For the sake of brevity I skipped a few paragraphs, but we didn’t lose anything. We move from the alleyway onto the pier.


The pier was busier than Thoran would have liked it. Fishermen and families enjoying the view of boats and parasailers. Hopefully, the fun was enough of a distraction for her to make her quick deposit into the sea. She hoped.

At the end of the pier, Thoran was relieved that it was quieter than the walk-up. Two fishermen, one on each side, and one family in the center. Now, her hope was for the family to get their fill of bay beauty and to move on. The fishermen would be easy enough to get past. They were daydreaming or too focused on their lines to concern themselves with her.


There is your ten, let’s continue on for a bit.


With children’s cries of funnel cake and ice cream, the parents relented, leaving the view, and heading up the pier, giving Thoran her opportunity. The mother smiled and nodded to her as they passed. Thoran returned the gesture. Better to have a pleasant memory of a friendly local than an odd woman on the pier who looked like she was up to no good.

Thoran palmed the small weapon and glanced at each of the fishermen who hadn’t even acknowledged her presence. She breathed in, out, and looked out over the water, taking in a tourist view of the beautiful Georgia sky. Then she placed her hands on the ledge, weapon underneath, and slowly slid it forward until it fell into the Atlantic.

The sensory overload Thoran felt relented. And Sophia felt calm once again. She suddenly realized that she was late. Tanner must be livid. Or gone. She headed back toward the hotel, considering what she should do. Masters’ body would soon be found. If she took the time to go anywhere with Tanner, she risked exposure, thus making Masters’ sacrifice worthless because it would lead law enforcement to Greer at the hotel. She had no way of contacting Tanner; she had left her phone on the bathroom counter. She didn’t want to go to the café and risk Tanner telling her to leave Greer behind, and she couldn’t risk going to the hotel for her phone and Greer being awake and having to make an excuse to leave again.

As she neared the corner, she saw flashing lights. Masters had been found. Now, the clock was ticking before they locked down the area. Greer was now her primary concern. She knew that Tanner would understand and that he most likely had already fled the island.

Once in the hotel room, Greer was indeed awake and in the shower.

“Greer,” Sophia called. “Hurry up in there. We need to leave.”

“What happened? You disappeared again?”

“I went for a walk down to the pier. We can talk about it later, but you need to get out of there and dressed. We need to get out of here. There will be cops all over this place in less than a half hour.”

“Dammit,” Greer said. “Okay. Give me a moment. Oh, and hey. Your phone rang a few times. Caller unknown. I didn’t answer it—dang spam callers. I put your phone on the desk there. Didn’t want to get it wet in here.”

“Thanks. Yeah. I get those all the time. Need to change the number,” Sophia said, picking up her phone. She stared at it, willing it to ring one last time. She needed to explain what happened to Tanner.

The shower went off, but so did the buzzer on Sophia’s phone. She grabbed the ice bucket and stepped out of the room, answering her phone.

“What in the hell happened back there, Thoran?!”

“Masters, that’s what,” Sophia Thoran said.

“Masters is there?”

“Was here,” Thoran said slowly.

“Was?”

“I can tell you now that we won’t have to worry about that nosy cop anymore.”

“Is that what all the commotion was and why you failed to meet me?” Tanner said.

“I had no choice. He had me cornered,” Thoran said. “Plus, you should know all about it. You were there. I felt you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was in the café waiting for you. You didn’t show up, and then the street was swarming with cops, so I got out of there. I figured you got nabbed for your extra-curricular activities.”

“No, but if I don’t get out of this hotel, I will be. They can’t tie me to Masters. I dumped the weapon.”

“You better hope the hotel doesn’t have video surveillance,” Tanner said.

“What?”

“Don’t worry about it now. Just get out of there and find someplace to lay low. We still have our meeting with Esteban in a couple of hours. Plant your vegetable and meet me in Savannah Gardens at nine. We can still make the most of tonight.”

“You still want to go through with this?”

“You are the one who came up with this target, Thoran. And if you forget, we are on a timeline. We may not find anyone as perfect as Esteban between now and then, especially now that the heat will be turned up with what you’ve done with Masters. We have no choice. We proceed as planned. There is a ballpark behind the fire station on the Expressway; meet me in the parking lot. See you at nine.”

There is way more to Thoran than meets the eye. I knew there would be as I closed out the first novel. And when I had the dream that eventually became this book, I knew she would become central to the book and perhaps have the rollercoaster ride she has. I loved writing her. And where she ends up at the end of the book is thrilling.

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