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Dangerous Secrets
Lyn Cote

FATAL ACCIDENT…OR MURDER?That's what Sylvie Patterson wanted to know when she learned her cousin Ginger was dead. And so did Ridge Matthews, a state homicide detective working with Winfield's police department. Ginger's apartment was ransacked, followed by a string of suspicious break-ins at houses where Ginger had visited.What did Ginger own that was so valuable someone was willing to kill her for it? It would take all of Ridge's skills–and Sylvie's prayers–to keep Sylvie from becoming the next victim.

“What took the sheriff so long? Why did they spend so much time in her apartment?”

Uneasiness twitched through Ridge. He didn’t want to face this.

“Ridge?” Sylvie prompted. “You’re frightening me. What aren’t you telling me?”

“Ginger’s death has been deemed suspicious.”

“Suspicious?”

“Her apartment had been ransacked.”

“You mean someone broke in? Maybe you’ve got it wrong,” Sylvie said.

Why couldn’t she just accept what he said? “Ginger’s eyes were closed,” he snapped.

“What does that mean? You’ve not making sense.”

“It means after Ginger fell someone was there and shut her eyes. It was no accident.”

LYN COTE

now lives in Wisconsin with her husband, her real-life hero. They raised a son and daughter together. Lyn has spent her adult life as a schoolteacher, a full-time mom and now a writer. Her favorite food is watermelon. Realizing that this delicacy is only available one season out of the year, Lyn’s friends keep up a constant flow of watermelon gifts—candles, wood carvings, pillows, cloth bags, candy and on and on. Lyn also enjoys crocheting and knitting, watching Wheel of Fortune and doing lunch with friends. By the way, Lyn’s last name is pronounced Coty.

Lyn enjoys hearing from readers, who can contact her at P.O. Box 864, Woodruff, WI 54568 or by e-mail at l.cote@juno.com.

DANGEROUS SECRETS

Lyn Cote

“Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal.”

—Matthew 6:18–20

“For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil. Some people, eager for money, have wandered from the faith and pierced themselves with many griefs.”

—1 Timothy 6:9–10

To Eunice, Ed and Jeanine,

thanks for a great summer!

CONTENTS

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

EPILOGUE

QUESTIONS FOR DISCUSSION

PROLOGUE

March 1

She’d managed to climb in a rear window, her heart pounding with fear and exertion. Had anyone seen her? At this time of night in this little burg? She doubted it. Standing in the apartment lit only by her flashlight and thin moonlight coming through the windows, she laid her flashlight on the floor. Where should she start looking? It had all seemed so easy when the idea had first come to her.

She approached a built-in bookcase. As she reached up to remove the books from the top shelf, it began. The wall in front of her eyes started to undulate as if an earthquake were taking place. Then the floor beneath her feet began to ripple. She staggered and caught hold of the bookcase, cursing.

And then she heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Or was that just part of the flashback, too?

ONE

March 2

Sylvie, I am going to wow you with a big surprise tomorrow! What could Ginger’s wow surprise be? This question kept bobbing to the surface of Sylvie Patterson’s mind—interrupting her work. She sat at her PC near the front of her store, My Favorite Books, answering customer e-mails.

Last night Ginger, her favorite cousin, had blown into Winfield, intending to spend the next two months in her apartment above Sylvie’s bookstore. Just a few years younger than Sylvie, Ginger would be busy “polishing” her dissertation on Alaskan whales. Last night Ginger, with her long, curly red hair and golden freckles, had been more effervescent than usual.

And in just a few more minutes, Sylvie would close up shop and find out what Ginger’s big secret was.
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