Broken Limits
Book 4 in the Jade Pearson Mystery Series 2
A decaying dead body with its head missing is found in the walls of a newly opened, fancy, coffee shop. The first order of business, for PI Jade Pearson, is to identify the body. But, it is no easy task.
Jade suspects that it is one of the business owners. Almost every store in the strip mall where the coffee shop was located was having financial problems. Was it possible they did it out of jealousy to put the new coffee shop out of business?
When someone fires gunshots at her, right by the strip mall, Jade wonders what was she getting too close to that warranted a chance at taking her life.
Then a second, and a third headless body is found and Jade knows she must find out who’s behind these gruesome killings before any more bodies show up.
Broken Limits
Book 4 in the Jade Pearson Mystery Series 2
Broken Limits
EXCERPT
Prologue
It was a warm spring night, the kind that invited strangers to hang out with each other and share a drink. Jackson Salinas wasn’t exactly a stranger to these people. In fact, he’d call them friends if it weren’t for secret reasons that he’d never tell. Tonight he shared a beer with them and then called it quits for the day.
Locking up his equipment, he realized that the place had cleared out fast.
The plastic chairs had been left in a circle for someone else to clean up in the morning. And all the work lights had slowly been turned out, leaving only the light from outside to guide him.
Jackson wasn’t a man to be paranoid, but tonight felt oddly different. He always thought himself to have a good intuition. He trusted his gut more than any man. He carried his toolbox out with him to his truck, ready to leave work behind.
The parking lot was dark. There was only one working light. He caught himself taking in sharp breaths. He then internally chastised himself for being so spooked. He’d just set his toolbox down when he heard footsteps coming toward him. His first instinct was to run, but he reminded himself that tonight he was among friends, sort of. He had to keep his cool. Being rational and thinking that one of his crew had come back, Jackson spoke to them.
“Did you forget something?”
“Just one thing.”
“What’s that?”
“Your head.”
Jackson never saw the ax coming. He could feel the first blow, biting pain that shot deep down into his core. He dropped to the ground immediately, blood pouring out of his open wound. He tried to speak. Nothing but gargled nonsense came out, but the panic in his tone was obvious. He lifted his hands to his neck, trying desperately to keep the blood from pouring out. He could feel the dent in his skin, feel the muscles and veins tearing apart from the inside, snapping in two as his head became more and more off balanced. His eyes grew wider as the ax came down again and finished the job. Jackson Salinas was dead.
END OF EXCERPT