The Colonel's Daughter. Debby Giusti
UNDER SIEGE
A ruthless killer is targeting the families of soldiers in a U.S. Army colonel’s brigade. Special agent Jamison Steele, of the Criminal Investigation Division, vows to stop him—because this time, Jamison’s heart is involved. The colonel’s daughter, the woman who loved and left Jamison without a word, came face-to-face with the murderer. Protecting Michele Logan means constant surveillance. And solving the mystery of the serial killer’s motive requires asking Michele the questions she least wants to answer. Questions that may lead them both into a deadly trap.
Jamison pulled a small notebook and U.S. Army pen from his coat pocket and kept his face impassive as he thought of questions that begged to be answered.
Why’d you leave me, Michele? What happened that made you run away?
Shoving them aside, he asked, “Did you see anything out of place, Miss Logan, before you noticed the body?”
“Miss Logan?” She narrowed her gaze. Evidently she didn’t understand his decision to forgo first names.
No matter how alluring Michele might be, Jamison needed to remain professional but aloof and firmly grounded in the present.
“The room was dark...the smell of blood. I—I saw Yolanda,” she said.
“What happened next?”
“Someone shoved me into the couch.”
Jamison tensed. His mouth went dry. He swallowed, knowing all too well what the killer could have done to Michele. “Can...can you describe the person?”
She shook her head. “He struck me from behind. I never saw him, Agent Steele.”
Jamison almost smiled at her attempt to play hardball. Evidently she didn’t realize he’d built a wall around his heart and added armor for protection.
DEBBY GIUSTI
is a medical technologist who loves working with test tubes and petri dishes almost as much as she loves to write. Growing up as an army brat, Debby met and married her husband—then a captain in the army—at Fort Knox, Kentucky. Together they traveled the world, raised three wonderful army brats of their own and have now settled in Atlanta, Georgia, where Debby spins tales of suspense that touch the heart and soul. Contact Debby through her website, www.DebbyGiusti.com, email [email protected], or write c/o Love Inspired Suspense, 233 Broadway, Suite 1001, New York, NY 10279.
The Colonel’s Daughter
Debby Giusti
Therefore everyone who hears these words of mine and puts them into practice is like a wise man
who built his house on the rock. The rain
came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house; yet it did not fall, because it had its foundation on the rock.
—Matthew 7:24, 25
This book is dedicated to
the deployed members of our Armed Forces
and to the families who await their return.
To my husband, who has always been my hero.
To Liz, Joe, Mary, Eric, Katie, Anna, Robert, William and John Anthony.
To the parishioners at Holy Trinity
who encourage me to write more stories.
To the Seekers and the extended Seekerville family for your friendship and support.
To Anna Adams with gratitude
for our weekly meetings at Panera’s.
To Emily Rodmell, my editor,
and Deidre Knight, my agent.
Contents
ONE
Angry storm clouds turned the evening sky over Fort Rickman, Georgia, as dark as the mood within the car. Michele Logan pulled her eyes from the road and glanced at her mother, sitting next to her in the passenger seat.
Roberta Logan, usually the poised colonel’s wife, toyed with the collar of her blouse and gave voice to a subject that had weighed on Michele’s heart for the past two years. “Despite what you think, dear, you haven’t gotten over your brother’s death.”
Ever since she and her mother had left her parents’ quarters en route to the potluck dinner, Roberta had insisted on talking about the accident that had claimed Lance’s life. The topic added to Michele’s anxiety, especially with the inclement August weather and the darkening night.
“Aren’t you the one who insists life goes on, Mother?”
“And it does, dear, but that doesn’t mean you’ve worked through your grief.” Roberta turned her gaze toward the encroaching storm. “As I’ve told