Weekend Feature: Retribution by Winter Austin


Retribution by Winter Austin

Called to the homicide of a Dallas criminal lawyer, Detective Remy LeBeau stares at a scene that drags him back into his past. To another murdered lawyer in New Orleans. A case that put Remy on a collision course with death.

Cody Lewis struggles with the horrific memories of her kidnapping and the need to numb the pain. The battle she puts up causes her to avoid Remy and their undetermined relationship. But the flashbacks and nightmares are proving more potent than Cody thought and she’s having a harder time resisting the cravings for alcohol.

As the case takes a turn in revealing a professional assassin is behind the death, Remy begins to make decisions that could cost him his job and Cody. Because the deeper he sinks, the closer the enemies of his past come to finding him.

Exclusive Excerpt

Remy stood next to his desk in the homicide division of Dallas’s police department, sneered at his personal phone, and then shoved the Droid in his jeans pocket. Seven-thirty a.m. West Coast time, the normal hour Cody would be out of bed, and she still hadn’t called back. He refused to try again only to be ignored. This subtle shift in her demeanor worried a hole in his gut.

Sinking onto his chair, he clicked on the file folder on his desktop computer and leaned forward to read. There was a debriefing in two hours with Lieutenant Moreno to go over what Remy and his partner Detective Heath Anderson had learned yesterday.

The victim was sixty-seven-year-old Roger McBride, a criminal lawyer with a decent reputation, if one of his sort managed to have a good reputation. The ME’s office had signed off on the death as a homicide caused by a single bullet to the brain. And CSRS—the Crime Scene Response Section—was still looking for the bullet.

Remy scrolled down to the next page. His middle finger tapped impatiently on the mouse. Nothing made sense. Nothing in McBride’s past warranted his violent demise. He represented those wrongly accused or first time offenders. From what his ex-wife said, the man wouldn’t hurt a flea. McBride’s only fault and reason for his divorce—he neglected his wife for his job. Those things usually happened for those working in the criminal justice world.

A problem Remy might be facing with Cody. If the blasted cowgirl would just talk to him.

He minimized the file and rocked back in his chair. Thoughts of Cody needed to be set aside. This case demanded all of his attention.

Ramming his fingers through his too-long hair—he needed a trim—he swiveled his chair back and forth. Who had wanted McBride killed? Any one of his clients could be mad about the outcome of a trial. But that seemed too far reaching. Remy had stood in on the autopsy. The back of McBride’s head was practically missing. A good indication the possible gun used to kill him was a large caliber. Who of McBride’s former clients held a strong enough motive to kill him that way?

Once CSRS found the bullet, they’d be able to narrow it down to a select grouping of guns. Then Remy and Anderson could start combing recent sales of similar weapons.

At the moment, Anderson was questioning the victim’s assistant. If the man could give them anything solid, it might be a good start.

Remy swiveled about, grabbing his empty Saints mug, and stood. He needed a refill.

As he rounded the corner of the divider wall and made his way toward the break room, a door down the hall to his right screeched open. Pausing, he watched McBride’s assistant, a slight man in a rumpled suit, exit an interview room, followed by Remy’s partner. The two shook hands, and the assistant left. Remy nodded at the assistant as he walked toward the elevator.

At the break room doorway, Remy stopped next to his partner, then turned to watch the assistant enter the elevator. Once the doors closed, Remy gave his partner a what’s-going-on look.

“According to the assistant,” Anderson said, “he last saw McBride on Tuesday at approximately seven p.m. after they met with a client to go over a trial set for yesterday.”

Remy heard the underlying exhaustion in his partner’s matter-of-fact comment.

“McBride never showed for trial.”

Anderson tucked a file, along with the interrogation recorder, under his beefy arm, and ran his hand over his blond head. “And now we have his body and a case of Who Shot McBride?”

They were both too tired to be thinking critically, and this case demanded it. He slapped his partner’s shoulder, then resumed his path to the coffeepot, saying, “Put together a time line from Tuesday—no, start on Monday and go until his body was discovered Thursday.”

“Why don’t you do it?”

Remy stopped at the coffee station and held up his Saints mug. “Rejuvenation fix. And,” he pointed at the younger man—by two years to Remy’s thirty-two. “I outrank you.”

“Oh, finally throwing your weight around now?”

“Never question your seniors.”

Anderson laughed as Remy picked up the carafe and began refilling his mug. “When you’re done, you need to go see a woman.”

Let’s Talk

Q: Tell our readers why you think they’ll enjoy Retribution

A: If you’re a fan of romantic thrillers/suspense novels that are packed with a lot of action. And secondary characters who begin to shine through.

Q: You may have noticed we like to include our favorite quote in our reviews of the books we read. What is your favorite quote from Retribution?

A: My favorite quote from Retribution is:

Shoulders sagging, she stepped out of his embrace and put a small gap between them. “Remy, is it always going to be like this with us? We fight like horses over territory, kiss and make up, and turn around and go at it again.”

Crossing his arms, a contemplative expression filled his face. “Well, I wouldn’t have quite used that analogy.”

Book Info

Retribution by Winter Austin
Contemporary Romance
06/10/2013 – Crimson Romance
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