WHISPER OF WARNING
GLASS SISTERS series, Book 2
March 31, 2009
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RITA® Award winner!
WILL HE HELP PROVE HER INNOCENCE . . .OR LEAD A KILLER
TO HER DOOR?
Courtney Glass has been in trouble all her life, but nothing
tops being an up-close witness to a brutal murder. Until she’s
accused of the crime. Every scrap of evidence points to her
guilt, and now Courtney must prove to police that she’s
not a murderer, but she is one of the killer’s
intended victims. As investigators hammer her for answers,
Courtney knows she has two choices: run, or trust the brooding,
sexy detective who’s made it clear she’s his prime
“WHISPER OF WARNING by Laura Griffin is a roller-coaster
ride filled with intrigue, murder and toe curling passion.
With irresistible characters and a plot thick with danger,
WHISPER OF WARNING is a sexy and suspenseful read you won't
want to see end.”
“When a story keeps me guessing right up until the
end, then the writer has crafted a superb tale and this one
is a perfect example…WHISPER OF WARNING has action,
danger and passion, making this a compellingly gripping story.”
"Whew, this book is full of action and complications
that make it a read you can’t put down. Will and
Courtney have set off electric sparks that sizzle and burn
throughout this tingling love story every time they meet to
keep you reading far into the night."
—Suzanne Coleburn, The
Belles & Beaux of Romance
"From the opening chapter I was hooked. I loved the fact
that the action starts immediately and the rest of the book
keeps up the pace… another great read by Laura Griffin." —Ijustfinished.com
“WHISPER OF WARNING is an exciting police procedural
starring a wonderful cop and an intriguing ‘femme fatale’….
The story line is character driven mostly by this couple,
but ably supported by a strong secondary cast. With a terrific
plausible paradigm twist, Laura Griffin provides readers with
a fabulous whodunit as Will somewhat controls his deepest
urges in spite of Courtney’s seductive lure.”
—Genre Go Round Reviews
“Laura Griffin writes gritty but very insightful
and emotional powerful stories of romantic suspense.
WHISPER OF WARNING is a top notch thriller that is sure
to keep readers up late at night, anxiously turning the
pages to see just how it all resolves. Highly recommended!”
—Kwips & Kritiques
“Griffin combines a perfectly woven and tense mystery
with a sweet and compelling love story…. The most avid
mystery lovers will be pleased with the surprise ending.”
“A gripping romantic suspense that will keep you guessing
until the final page.”
Courtney Glass whipped into
the gravel lot and cursed the man-toad who’d invited her here.
This was August. Texas. It was ninety-nine degrees outside, and
any halfway-sane person was holed up in an air-conditioned building
right now, not parked at a deserted hike-and-bike trail, hoping
to score after lunch.
Did he think this was romantic? Spontaneous, maybe?
Despite the Ivy League diploma, John David Alvin could be a real
Courtney huffed out a breath and flipped down the vanity mirror.
Idiot or not, she wanted to look good. Looking good was the best
revenge, especially when it came to ex-boyfriends.
But the Beauty Gods weren’t smiling on her
today. The humidity had turned her hair limp, and her makeup was
practically melting off. She dug through her purse, seeking inspiration,
but finding little. She blotted her forehead with a tissue and fluffed
her hair. She started to put on lipstick, then decided to hell with
it. Who cared if she impressed David? He was the last person she
wanted to see right now. She shouldn’t even be here, really,
but his insistent messages were driving her crazy. They needed to
hash this thing out, once and for all.
A flash of movement in the rearview mirror caught
her eye. He was here. She watched the black Porsche Cayenne glide
up alongside her. He’d traded in the red Carrera, apparently,
which shouldn’t have come as a surprise. Suddenly nervous,
she cast a glance around her car, a Buick Skylark that was a hulking
testament to the emptiness of her bank account. Courtney could work
wonders with drugstore cosmetics and she was a bloodhound for treasures
in a thrift shop, but this car was beyond help. Until she climbed
out of credit card debt, she was stuck in a ’98 clunker with
a temperamental AC. She turned up the power now and adjusted the
David sat in his SUV, but didn’t get out.
Courtney could feel his gaze on her while she cleared clutter off
the front seat. She refused to make eye contact. This was his
meeting, and he was going to have to come to her. She didn’t
relish the thought of talking to him in her heap, but she wasn’t
stupid enough to give up her home field advantage by getting into
From the corner of her eye, she saw him fist his
hands on his hips. She set her chin. She could match wills with
him any day of the week. Sweat beaded between her breasts as she
waited, silently, gazing through the windshield at the dragonflies
playing in the sunshine.
Finally the door squeaked open, and he slid into
the passenger seat. He wore a crisp white shirt with monogrammed
cuffs, a red power tie, and his usual dark pants. In an instant,
the Skylark smelled like Drakkar Noir.
Courtney looked at him with disgust as she rolled
down her window.
“Well, what?” she shot back. “You
“I most certainly did not.”
“Text message. Whatever.” God, he was
such a prick. Just smelling him again made her want to retch.
He gave her an annoyed look. “I don’t
have time for this shit. This is bordering on harassment.”
Suddenly the back door jerked open. Courtney turned
around and found herself face-to-face with a black ski mask.
The man pulled a gun out of his pants and pointed
it at David’s nose. “Gimme your phone.”
All the breath whooshed out of Courtney’s
lungs. She gaped at the gray eyes glaring out from holes in the
jabbed the gun at David’s neck. “Now, asshole!”
She glanced at her ex-boyfriend. His arrogance
had morphed into fear, and he wasn’t moving. Do it!
She tried to tell him mentally, but he was frozen. At last, he braced
a hand on the dashboard and jammed the other into his front pocket.
She cast a panicked look outside. No one. This
was unreal. It was the middle of the day. Granted, it was
hotter than hell outside, but there had to be someone--
The barrel swung toward her, and her stomach dropped
She stared at the twisting pink mouth and tried to process the words.
Hers, too. Her phone. He wanted her phone. Did he want her money,
also? Her phone was in her purse, along with her Mace.
David tossed his phone at him, and it landed with
a clatter on the back floorboard. The man scooped it up and shoved
it in the pocket of his track suit.
Then the masked head turned toward her. “Now,
or I’ll blow his fucking brains out.”
David went pale. He sent her a desperate look.
Her purse was near her feet. On the floor. And
her Mace was in there. She dragged the bag into her lap and thrust
her hand inside. She groped for the tube of pepper spray, but couldn’t
find it amid all the junk she lugged around. I can’t die
yet. There’s so much I haven’t done.
“Now!” The eyes watching her
through the cut-outs squinted.
Her clammy fingers closed around the phone and
she pulled it free. She held it out to him.
Time stretched out as the phone hovered there in
her trembling hand. He reached for it. He wore tight black gloves,
and she knew--with sudden certainty--this was going to end badly
He squeezed her wrist, and the phone dropped to
the floor. He didn’t let go her hand.
“Take my wallet,” David said, yanking
it loose from his back pocket. “Take whatever you want.”
Courtney watched, transfixed, as the black-gloved
hand pried open her fingers. Did he want her ring? The cheap silver
trinket from Santa Fe?
“I’ve got cash.” David’s
voice hitched. “I’ve got a Rolex.”
The pistol slapped into her palm. The thick black
fingers squeezed her hand around the grip. Suddenly she realized
what was happening. She tried to yank her arm away, but couldn’t.
“No!” she shrieked, pulling
her arm until her shoulder burned.
David’s gaze met hers.
Their bodies jerked in unison. Surprise flickered
in his eyes as red bloomed on his white shirt. He sagged sideways,
thunking his head against the windshield.
Courtney’s ears rang. A high-pitched noise
rasped in and out of her throat as she stared at the gun in her
hand. The gloved fingers closed around hers again, and she thrashed
sideways, trying to wrench her arm away.
“No!” She used her free hand
to punch at the ski mask as hard as she could. Her whole arm reverberated
from the blow.
The windshield exploded. Screaming, she hunched
down in her seat. Her gaze landed on her purse, wedged between her
leg and the door. The Mace was there, peeking out from inside the
bag. Her right hand was being crushed as the man forced her unwilling
fingers around the grip. With her left, she grabbed the Mace. Her
wrist twisted painfully. The gun barrel turned toward her.
Her thumb found the top of the vial. A stream shot
out, straight at the ugly pink mouth in the hole of the mask.
She crashed backward into the steering wheel as
her arm was released. Curses and moans filled the car as she clawed
frantically at the door latch. The door popped open, and she pitched
sideways onto the gravel. She tasted dust and jerked her legs free
from the car. She glanced back over her shoulder and saw David slumped
against the dashboard.
The back door squeaked open.
She scrambled to her feet and ran.