#SampleSunday An Excerpt of Sacrifice, A Madison Knight Novel
Book
overview:
When
the son of business tycoon Marcus Randall washes up on the shore of the
Bradshaw River, Detective Madison Knight must sacrifice everything--including
her career--to find justice for the "perfect murder".
With Randall already on the radar of the Secret Service for fraud and
counterfeiting, the investigation sheds new light and they require the full
cooperation of the Stiles PD. But with power and money to back him, Marcus has
a reach that extends right inside the police department.
If Madison's going to find out the truth, she'll have to sort through the lies
and balance diplomacy with politics.
Excerpt of Sacrifice
(A Madison Knight Novel)
Chapter 4
“You’re
sure? File 83457923?” Chief McAlexandar sat in his city-appointed
chair bought by the votes of the people, as if he were royalty.
McAlexandar leaned across the mahogany desk, bent at
the elbow, the one finger wagging at Sergeant Winston. “I don’t like the way your girl is looking at
me.”
The four of them—the two superiors, Terry, and she were
pressed into the Chief’s fancy office.
Only top end office furniture adorned the room. Expensive carpet, recently installed,
modernized the space and complimented the mahogany cabinetry.
Sergeant Winston sat across from the Chief. Madison and Terry remained standing.
His office was on the fifth floor, on an outside
corner, allowing windows to frame two of the four walls. The sun was bright and glistened off
snowflakes as they fell.
Winston passed a glance to Madison , but instead of silencing her, it
prompted her to speak.
“We need to know who he is. He is dead.
His family has a right to—”
“Yes, I realize that.” McAlexandar’s temper was evident in the tone
of voice, the reddened cheeks, and the intensity in his eyes.
His eyes went from Madison to her boss.
“Knight.” Sergeant
Winston silenced her with a look.
The room went quiet but thundered with the questions
that weren’t being voiced or satisfied.
Who
was this man in the morgue? What was his
connection to the Chief?
“I want to be the one to tell him.” McAlexandar drew his hands down his face. The action brought attention to both his age
and the deep-set creases on his forehead.
He leaned back in his chair and swiveled side to side.
“Chief, this would give us a place to start, an
ID. We could establish timeline, the
situation surrounding his death—” Her words stalled with the eye contact he
gave her. She stepped back again, looked
at Terry, let out a puff of air, and rolled her eyes.
“The file belongs to Chris Randall—”
“The Chris
Randall, as in business tycoon Marcus Randall’s son?” Terry’s words were animated, but the Chief’s
unimpressed look squashed his excitement.
Marcus Randall owned the largest investment firm,
not only in Stiles but the entire state.
The man was worth billions of dollars and that was after the economy hit
of 2008 when the markets plunged.
“We’ll need his file unlocked.” Madison’s mind was calculating how the Chief
knew from simply a file number who it belonged to. She wanted to ask what Randall meant to
him. A discrepancy that stood out to her
was the pendant with the letters CC. If
it were in fact Chris Randal, shouldn’t it be CR?
“This situation is to be handled delicately.
It must be kept from the media.” The Chief’s beady eyes steadied on
Winston, a finger pointed at him. “I will notify Mr. Randall myself. How did he die?”
“Exact cause of death has not yet been confirmed,”
the Sergeant answered.
“I would think that would be a terrific place to
start.”
“It seems to be a drowning, but Richards is waiting
on the tox results,” Madison
said.
The Chief wagged his finger again as he spoke to
Winston. “Get things moving on
this. Rush the results.” He swiveled to look out the windows, lowered
his voice, and mumbled some words.
He turned back around. “Now as far as accessing his file, it was
closed by court order and will remain such until a court order releases it. But seeing as he’s dead, that should be the
least of our problems.” He paused. “I can’t believe it.”
The thought went through her mind again. Exactly
how personal was the relationship between the two men—Marcus Randall and Chief
McAlexandar? And if they were as close
as it seemed, how could she allow him to visit the father alone? What if
he was involved somehow? The relaying of that news was pertinent to
reading and gauging the relationships of the deceased. The Randalls, no
matter who they were, or how much they had, shouldn’t be exempt from that.
“I will get started on releasing the file.” Winston stated the offer, and the Chief
nodded authorization.
“Chief, if I may,” Madison started mildly, trying to pull from
an inward quality buried deep within her.
“It’s important that we be there when you relay the news.”
Seconds passed.
“We need to gauge his relationship with the
deceased—”
“The boy’s own father.”
She remained silent, but kept steady eye contact.
“And you’re questioning my ability to do so.” He had a way of phrasing questions like
statements.
“I’m n—”
“Then what do you question, Knight?”
It was rare for her to feel pressured, but the situation
presented was delicate. She needed to
speak her feelings aloud. “You’re close
to the Randalls?”
McAlexandar clenched his jaw in a manner she had only
seen a few times. It normally came just
before a suspension. She knew that from
being an eyewitness to a couple of altercations. He had been Sergeant prior to Chief.
“You can come with me.” He directed his next comments to Sergeant
Winston. “But if she says one word, I’m
telling you, one word outta line, she’s finished. You hear me?”
He paused letting the seriousness of his words set in.
****
With
them out of the room, McAlexandar opened a desk drawer he hadn’t looked into for
some time. Up until now, he had always
possessed the strength to refrain.
He looked at the bottle of scotch that lie on its
side and put a hand on it. Some might
consider it foolish for a recovering alcoholic to keep a reserve so readily
accessible. He viewed it as instilling
character. What good was a test if it
wasn’t before you? All he could think
now was that maybe he didn’t know Marcus Randall as well as he thought.
That night at the Lounge, Randall was sketchy as to
the details of what he needed help with.
He just said the time was coming soon and that he’d be notified. Was that time now? Did he murder his own son?
And with Madison
at his side, he would have to deal with her prying curiosity as well. He had to take her out of the equation before
his world came crashing in on him.
Would you like to read more? Sacrifice is available on Amazon for Kindle and in Print.
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