Deep Extraction

Deep Extraction

by DiAnn Mills

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Overview

A pacemaker should have saved oil and gas magnate Nathan Moore’s life. Instead, it provided his killer with a seemingly perfect means of execution.

A bombing at one of Nathan’s oil rigs days earlier indicates his death could be part of a bigger conspiracy, a web Special Agent Tori Templeton must untangle. But her first order of business is separating the personal from the professional—the victim’s wife, her best friend, is one of the FBI’s prime suspects.

Clearing Sally’s name may be the biggest challenge of her career, but Tori finds an unexpected ally in the newest member of the task force, recently reinstated Deputy US Marshal Cole Jeffers. As Tori and Cole dig deeper into Nathan’s personal and business affairs, they uncover more than they bargained for. And the closer they get to finding the real killer—and to each other—the more intent someone is on silencing them for good.

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ISBN-13: 9781496410986
Publisher: Tyndale House Publishers
Publication date: 04/04/2017
Series: FBI Task Force Series , #2
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 416
Sales rank: 542,024
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.20(h) x 1.20(d)

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Deep extraction


By DiAnn Mills, Erin E. Smith

Tyndale House Publishers

Copyright © 2017 DiAnn Mills
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4964-1098-6


CHAPTER 1

ANYTHING COULD HAPPEN while the dead slept. Which was why some would say a woman shouldn't tread alone through a cemetery at 2:55 on a Tuesday morning in April. But possible danger had never stopped Houston FBI Special Agent Tori Templeton, especially when her mind marched with determination. Her body refused to give in to rest, but it wasn't a violent crime robbing her of sleep.

The worn path below a black sky ended at Kevin's gravesite. She was here to visit the one person who could help her make sense of a puzzling world.

Tonight, like many nights in the past, she made her way to Kevin's final resting place to talk to him about work, life, problems, and victories. Maybe someday she'd figure out his intrigue with God.

Her brother. Her friend. The one she looked up to and treasured.

Tori didn't stalk a cemetery because of some superstition that he lay beneath a marble stone and could communicate with her. She visited the site because it signified peace. Maybe by a weird osmosis, she'd find what had given Kevin strength. She wanted to believe he lived pain-free with his God. No cancer. No side effects of chemo and radiation. An eternal home with a God he embraced tighter than life. At least he'd claimed those beliefs before he breathed his last.

"Special Agent Templeton?"

At the sound of the voice, a twinge of annoyance filled her spirit. The man greeting her was a friend, except she wanted to be alone. No need to face him. "Yes, Officer Richards."

"Saw your car, thought I'd check on you."

"I'm a creature of habit."

"I noticed. Nothing's stirring, so I'll leave you to your thoughts."

The sadness in his voice drew up a well of compassion, and she turned to him. "Wait. How's your family?" The man walked the graveyard shift — literally — and he might need a listening ear more than she should ponder the existence of a good God in a world plagued with unrest.

"The same. Ups and downs mixed with hardheads and love." He sighed and scanned the area. "Nice night."

A familiar insect's call reached her ears. "We have a choir." She smiled into the shadows, where a light, twenty feet away, illuminated his stocky frame and highlighted his silver-gray hair, giving him a halo effect. She stared above his head at a slice of the moon resting on a canvas of stars.

"Cicadas are to the night as robins are to the day."

"Well stated," she said. "I never pay attention to them until it's dark and quiet." She brushed aside a leaf on Kevin's gravestone. "We haven't talked in over a week. Did your son join the Navy?"

"Yes. A good choice. I pray he learns discipline and respect for himself and others."

He said the pray word. Not what she wanted to hear, and she drew in a breath. "Your daughter?"

"Agreed to rehab. Another prayer answered."

Kevin had used the same language, and look where it got him. Was her brother's confidence in a divine being a way to endure the devastation of cancer? A crutch in the midst of excruciating pain? Always the same questions as she searched for the why of tragedies. "How's your wife?"

"Good, thanks. She told me you were welcome to —"

Her phone alerted her to a call. "Excuse me a minute." She yanked it from her shirt pocket and confirmed it was Assistant Special Agent in Charge Ralph Hughes before answering.

"We have a possible homicide," the ASAC for violent crimes said.

Her mind spun into agent mode, her job, the only part of her life where she sensed purpose. "Who and where?"

"Nathan Moore, owner of Moore Oil & Gas, died in his home this evening."

Distress rambled through her, though she did her best to overcome it. She'd known Nathan since college days. "What happened? Why suspect murder?"

"Due to the threats on his life and a call made to his attorney prior to his death," the ASAC said.

"What was said in the call?"

"Moore suspected someone was trying to kill him and getting close."

Tori stared at Kevin's tombstone and recalled the day she and Mom selected the blue-gray granite. Now Nathan's widow faced the same dilemma. "Are we thinking the environmental activists are responsible?" Five days ago, one of Nathan's drill sites had been bombed — possibly part of a retaliation move for winning a lawsuit filed by environmentalists who believed he was illegally dumping backflow water from fracking. But a bombing was unlikely in his home. "Was he gunned down? A break-in?"

"Moore's death appears to have been a heart attack, the result of natural causes. A medical examiner is on it."

"Why?"

"Too coincidental for my take. I want to know who threatened him, and I need you and Max at the Moore residence. He's been notified and will meet you there." He texted her the Moore address at Lake Pointe Estates in the Katy area west of Houston, but she had it memorized.

The call ended and Tori rose to her feet. "Officer Richards, I need to go."

"Sure thing. See you again soon."

"Count on it. Best to you and your family." She hurried to her car while the devastating news played havoc with her mind.

Why hadn't Sally contacted her about Nathan's death? They were closer than sisters, weren't they? Tending to her grieving sons could have her emotionally spent. Even Tori was finding it hard to accept Nathan's death.

She shoved aside personal sentiments that ushered in disbelief. Her investigative skills were needed. The ASAC had assigned her to investigate a potential crime.

Nathan possibly murdered? He had sainthood stamped next to his name. Charity work. Generous donations to worthy causes. Incredible husband and father.

Who could possibly want him dead?


(Continues...)

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