One Unseen Threat
Book 4 in the Margot Harris Series 6
In a creaky old motel, where secrets linger in the air, Margot’s quest for the truth takes a spine-chilling turn.
When her bounty hunter buddy, Aldon, claims he spotted her supposedly dead sister at a suspicious drug den, Margot can’t stay put. She boards the first flight to Colorado, determined to uncover the truth.
A chilling realization unfolds when evidence surfaces, suggesting Melanie is not just alive but thriving in a sinister world of crime.
And she is still on a mission—to see Margot dead.
In this high-stakes race against time, Margot and Aldon struggle to untangle the web of secrets surrounding her sister. Will they expose Melanie’s dark path, or get trapped in a deadly maze?
Danger closes in, and Margot is thrust into a perilous dance where every step could be her last.
Embark on a journey where Margot confronts the ghosts of her past and witnesses Melanie’s descent into a grim world. Is Melanie still out there, or has she become the mastermind in this lethal game?
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One Unseen Threat
Book 4 in the Margot Harris Series 6
One Unseen Threat
EXCERPT
Prologue
Dennis didn’t see getting a young girl into intravenous drugs as a bad thing. All impure motives aside from getting the hot little runaway high as a kite and alone with him in a room. He truly thought he was doing her a favor by introducing her to the joys of shooting up heroin.
Not everybody at the out-of-the-way flophouse that used to be a motel catering to travelers and anglers before the creek dried up saw it the same way. It was weird to Dennis that junkies—or as the dude that ran this place liked to call them, ‘scag heads’—who clearly loved getting high, didn’t want to spread the word. Sure she was a little young, but if she was old enough to be in a place like this then she was old enough for the rest of it.
The key was finding somewhere they could be left alone so he could help smooth over her concerns without interference. Thus he was at the front of room seven picking the lock with an expired credit card he kept in his wallet just for this purpose.
The door opened and he peeked in. It looked abandoned; he’d yet to see anyone go in or out. A peek inside revealed it was not.
The pale woman on the bed with tubes running into both her arms appeared dead. He was going in for a closer look when she sat up and smiled at him.
Dennis put his hand in his mouth and bit down hard enough to break the skin to stop himself from screaming.
“Go ahead and scream. It won’t matter. You do know this place is wired, don’t you?”
“Wired?”
“Cameras everywhere. Except for this room, but they saw you going in.”
“Cameras?”
“Yeah, you don’t think they’d trust a bunch of junkies, do you?”
Dennis didn’t know if he believed her or not, but there was something scary about her, and it wasn’t just the way she had all those tubes running in and out of her. He told himself he shut the door because an occupied room seven didn’t help him out and that he ran back to the room he was sharing with the girl and a bunch of fellow scag heads because he was in a hurry—and not because he had just encountered the female version of the boogie man.
END OF EXCERPT