Rapid Fire

Wearing jeans and a fitted blue T-shirt on her lean, five-foot-nothing frame, with her dark hair tucked beneath a straw hat and a canvas bag slung over her shoulder, Maya Cooper looked every inch the tourist she'd intended to portray. But inside, she was all cop as she scanned the swept-clean brick roadway that ran down the center of the faux ghost town outside Bear Claw City.Her training as a criminal profiler told her she was reaching, but her gut told her she was on to something.She was positive the Chuckwagon Ranch was connected to the sick bastard who'd planned two separate violent crime sprees over the past six months.Wexton Henkes, part owner of the theme park, was a Bear Claw legend. Born in the city and raised up through the school system, he'd taken his father's one-room electronic repair shop and built it into an empire. Once he'd made his first million -- or ten -- he'd started giving back to the city that had brought him his success. He'd funded everything from civic projects and art revivals to nature conservation and the local sports teams. In short, he was a prince.On the outside, at least. Inside, Maya was convinced he was something else entirely. He'd broken his own son's arm three months earlier -- nobody could tell her different -- and he was poised to duck the abuse charges because he had money, power and influence.Enough influence to get her in serious trouble the last time she'd gone after him."But not this time," she said aloud, earning herself strange looks from the passing tourists.The June morning was warm and bright, perfect for a family trip. The Wild West theme park was cut down the middle by Main Street, a wide brick causeway flanked with false-fronted buildings that had been painted to look like a saloon, a general store and a livery. Tourists streamed into and out of the buildings in a chaos of movement and sound that made it almost impossible to pick out individuals. On either side of the buildings, bison-dotted pastures stretched for miles, taking up most of the shallow, hill-bounded bowl of land.Maya scanned the low ridgetops that flanked the road and saw nothing. A faint feeling of wrongness prickled at the nape of her neck, a familiar sense of being watched. Of being alone.But damn it, shewasalone. She'd been suspended from the Bear Claw Police Department pending an inquiry into the incident at the Henkes mansion three months earlier.Anxiety pressed at her, echoing her heartbeat in the low-grade headache that had plagued her ever since she'd awoken in the Hawthorne Hospital with a knot on the back of her head and no memory of attacking Henkes in his own home.But that was what she'd done. Or so they said.What if they kicked her off the force? Maya's throat closed at the thought. She was already on the outside of the Bear Claw City Police Department -- BCCPD -- looking in.Alissa Wyatt and Cassie Dumont, her best friends and coworkers within the start-up Forensics Department, had tried to include her in the gossip, but they were run ragged shouldering her work as well as their own.The new three-woman forensics team was struggling to gain acceptance within the Bear Claw PD as it was. What if --No, Maya told herself, she wouldn't dwell on that. The previous night she'd finally decided it was time to stop with the futile attempts at self-hypnosis, the painful efforts to force some remembrance of that night at the Henkes mansion. It was no use. The memories were gone, and she had an ugly feeling she knew why.She touched a hand to her throat, where her charm necklace held five bangles. There should have been six more, but she'd lost them to a mistake. To temptation.Would she lose the remaining five charms as well?What if she had to start over again? "No," she said aloud. "I'm stronger than that, and I'm damn well going to prove it. Starting now."As though on cue, her cell phone rang, a digital bleat that cracked through the backgrounAndersen, Jessica is the author of 'Rapid Fire', published 2006 under ISBN 9780373229284 and ISBN 0373229283.