Casey Mayes - A Killer Column

Praise for

A DEADLY ROW

Do the maththis books a winner! Make this number one on your must-read list.

Laura Childs, New York Times bestselling author

A dazzling debut indeed. Combining the police procedural knowledge of Zach Stone with the [deductive] reasoning of his wife, Savannah, the equation adds up to a delightfully intelligent couple who are a pleasure to get to know. Fans of mysteries that make you stop and think will find A Deadly Row the start of a brilliant series.

Fresh Fiction

Fascinating . . . Character driven with several terrific twists . . . Readers who enjoy mysteries like those of Parnell Halls Puzzle Lady will enjoy observing the two Stones methodically work separately and together on their first joint case.

Futures Mystery Anthology Magazine

Mayes is quite good at planting clues and red herrings. There are many possibilities for the reader to consider . . . A Deadly Row is quite a pleasant traditional mystery, with just enough police procedural thrown in to keep it interesting.

ReviewingTheEvidence.com

The mystery is engaging and well constructed . . . A Deadly Row reads a bit like a younger, hipper Carolyn Hart or Nancy Fairbanks novel. It makes a welcome addition to the cozy scene, and Ill definitely be keeping an eye out for the sequel.

The Season

Berkley Prime Crime titles by Casey Mayes

A DEADLY ROW

A KILLER COLUMN

THE BERKLEY PUBLISHING GROUP

Published by the Penguin Group

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A KILLER COLUMN

A Berkley Prime Crime Book / published by arrangement with the author

PRINTING HISTORY

Berkley Prime Crime mass-market edition / August 2011

Copyright 2011 by Tim Myers.

All rights reserved.

ISBN : 978-1-101-51713-0

BERKLEY PRIME CRIME

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For Puzzling Looks, Puzzling Glances, and Puzzling Dedications Everywhere!

AUTHORS NOTE

The citiesin particular, Raleigh, North Carolinafeatured in this novel are real enough. However, each place has been modified for the sake of the narrative in many subtle ways, and the author hopes that the residents of each locale can forgive him, since they are indeed filled with many gracious people and spectacular sights.

The art of simplicity is a puzzle of complexity.

DOUGLAS HORTON

Chapter 1

NO ONE IS GOING TO GET AWAY WITH TREATING ME LIKE that.

I wont stand for it.

Derrick thinks that he can replace me, that hes so much better than I am, but hes wrong.

Dead wrong.

But Im not going to be stupid about it. Just because I want him to die doesnt mean Im willing to trade the rest of my life in prison to see it happen.

Someone else is going to have to take the blame for his murder, or get all of the credit, depending ultimately on how they feel about Derrick.

Its too bad an innocent person is going to have to take my punishment, but the military have a term for it, collateral damage, and if its good enough for them, its going to have to work for me.

As long as Derrick dies and I get away with his murder, I can live with anything else that happens.

I wont be cast off, and its going to be a lesson he learns, the hard way.

Chapter 2

ARE YOU SURE YOU CANT COME TO RALEIGH WITH ME? I asked my husband, Zach, as I packed my things into an overnight bag at our cottage in Parsons Valley, North Carolina.

I wish I could, but Ive got to go back to Knoxville today to testify. Why cant Derrick meet you here in Asheville instead of making you drive halfway across the state?

My syndicator claims hes meeting me in the middle between here and Richmond, I said as I added a few more tops to the growing pile. I had a tendency to over-pack wherever I went, and even though I was just going to be gone three days, it felt as though I was taking enough clothes for a week.

Dont forget your pads and pencils, he said as he added a handful of each to the heap.

I picked them up and moved them to another stack. These go in my briefcase. I really wish you were going with me, and not just for selfish reasons. If you drove the four and a half hours to Raleigh, I could come up with two of my puzzles for next week. That was my job, creating logic and number puzzles found in some of the best secondary market newspapers in the country. The puzzles varied from week to week, and sometimes it was a real challenge making everything come out in the end.

Sorry, Savannah. If I dont testify, the Slasher might not get convicted, and we dont want to live with that on our consciences, do we? My husband, the former chief of police for Charlotte, North Carolina, had been shot in the chest while off duty, and the bullet had left a scar too close to his heart. Hed been forced to retire, and wed moved to the Blue Ridge Mountains. His departure from law enforcement hadnt lasted long though, and he was currently working as a consultant to any police department that had a tough case and the budget to hire him.

I shivered at the mention of the case he would be testifying at soon. The Slasher had been a bad one, preying exclusively on single mothers alone in the world. I was sure there was some psychological reason for his obsession, but as far as I was concerned, once he was in prison, he could have all the therapy he wanted until they marched him down the hall to the electric chair.

I know you have to go. Ill be fine, I said as I finally finished packing. If Im going to make it in time for our meeting, Id better hit the road.

My husband wrapped me up in his arms, and I felt my heart skip a little, despite all of our years together. I couldnt help myself. Whenever he held me, I felt safe, and not just because he was over six feet tall and built like a bear. It was more because he was mine and I was his, and neither one of us would have had it any other way.

After a lingering kiss, he said, Dont forget to call me when you get to Winston-Salem.

Thats just halfway to Raleigh from here. Should I call you from Hickory, too?

That depends, he said as he picked up my overnight bag. Are you going to go see Tom?

My Uncle Thomas lived in Hickory, and though I didnt visit him very often, I tried to pop in whenever I could manage it. He was all that was left of my mothers generation, or at least he had been until my Uncle Barton had come back into our lives.

As we walked to my car, Zach had my bag and I had my briefcase. I said, No, he and Uncle Barton are still in Alaska.

He looked surprised by the news. I thought they were supposed to be home last week.

I guess when you have the kind of money Barton has, you can pretty much play things by ear. My prodigal uncle had made a fortune after leaving home with my grandparents money, and ever since hed come back into our lives, hed been trying to make up for his past sins.