Excerpt – Liar’s Point by Laura Griffin
Synopsis
Two homicide detectives must separate the truth from a web of puzzling lies while investigating a murder victim’s friends and lovers in Lost Beach, Texas.
Detective Nicole Lawson is fed up with her job and nonexistent love life. Her first date in months gets cut short by an urgent call from the chief of police. A body has been discovered at Lighthouse Point, and the medical examiner finds an array of strange clues. When the death is ruled a homicide, the news quickly reverberates through Nicole’s beachside hometown.
The Lost Beach police department swings into high gear. Leading the investigation is Emmet Davis, a veteran detective who is Nicole’s fiercest rival at work and also the man she has secretly harbored feelings toward for years. With Emmet calling the shots, Nicole sets out to search for leads, starting with the enigmatic yoga instructor who first discovered the body. Nicole is certain the witness knows more than she’s revealing and may even hold the key to unlocking the case.
When another person turns up dead under suspicious circumstances, Nicole sees a bizarre pattern, but no one believes her theory. Under the gun to solve the case, Nicole must put aside her tumultuous feelings and work closely with Emmet to figure out who is targeting her beloved hometown . . . before she becomes a target herself.
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Excerpt
Nicole Lawson felt naked.
It wasn’t the minidress or the strappy sandals. It wasn’t even the weird slit that left the entire side of her thigh on display.
It was the Smith & Wesson .40 caliber pistol-or absence of it-that was making her feel exposed. She was so accustomed to those twenty-nine ounces riding on her hip, and the lack of weight was making her antsy as hell.
She checked her phone, then flipped it over.
Nicole glanced around the restaurant, which was wall-to-wall couples, of course. She’d never been in here before, and the decorations grated on her nerves. They were going for elegant, she knew-this was the Nautilus, after all-and it wasn’t like the place was covered in pink balloons. The bloodred rosebuds on every table looked nice, actually. Ditto for the votive candles that emitted a soft glow. Really, it was the glitter that was giving her hives, all those tiny gold hearts sprinkled across her table like pixie dust. Just the sight was making her feel even stupider than she already did in this ridiculous dress.
She checked her phone again.
For the first time ever she had a date on Valentine’s, and not just any date. Tonight was the date. She and David had gone out three times already. The last time had ended with intense kissing in his car, which definitely would have continued if he hadn’t been called into work. Nothing like being summoned to an autopsy to kill the mood.
He wanted to make it up to her, though. Those were his exact words when he’d invited her to this expensive restaurant. And so Nicole had squeezed herself into a low-cut black dress that gave her the illusion of boobs, borrowed her sister’s stilettos, and come here to meet him for dinner.
“Are we still waiting?”
Her server was back again with that pitying look that was almost as annoying as the glitter.
She smiled up at him. “We are.”
“And would you like some wine, perhaps? Maybe a cocktail?”
“I’m good.” She nodded at her half-finished water. “Thanks.”
He walked off, leaving her to her silent phone. No text, no voice message. She’d even checked her email, but zip.
Nicole looked around, sure people were staring at her. God, the white-haired couple behind her was already paying their bill.
Her phone vibrated on the table, and she snatched it up.
“Hello?”
“Where the hell are you?”
Not David. She closed her eyes.
“I’m out. Why?”
“Didn’t you get the call?” Emmet asked her, and she pictured him at the police station surrounded by the typical Saturday-night chaos.
“I’m off tonight.”
“Not anymore.”
Her phone beeped with an incoming call, and she checked the screen.
“Listen, that’s Denise. I have to go.” Nicole got off with Emmet and took the call.
“Hey, what’s up?”
“The chief asked me to reach you. He needs you at a scene.”
Damn it.
Nicole pushed her chair back and grabbed her purse. “Does he know I’m off tonight?”
“Yep.”
She unzipped her little black clutch and left a ten on the table. They were going to have to bus it, even though she hadn’t ordered anything.
“Well, what’s going on?”
“One sec,” Denise said, and cut over to another call. When things were busy, the Lost Beach PD receptionist doubled as a dispatcher. She was also the chief’s right hand, doing everything from managing his calendar to deflecting reporters who called in from time to time.
The front of the restaurant was packed with waiting couples. Nicole scanned the bar and the area around the hostess stand but didn’t see any tall, handsome doctors looking around for their date. It was 7:32. She’d officially been stood up.
“Nicole?”
“I’m here.” She squeezed past the people and pushed open the door. A cold gust hit her, and she stepped back.
“He needs you at Lighthouse Point right away. And keep it off the radio.”
“What’s going on?” she asked again.
“I’m not sure.”
“Well, what did he say?”
“He said, ‘I need Lawson at Lighthouse Point ASAP. Keep it off the radio.’ That’s all I have.”
Nicole hunched her head down, wishing for her leather jacket as she strode across the parking lot. It had filled in since she’d arrived.
“What’s your ETA?” Denise asked.
“I’ll be there in five.”
“Roger that.”
Excerpted from Liar’s Point by Laura Griffin Copyright © 2024 by Laura Griffin. Excerpted by permission of Berkley. All rights reserved.
About the Author
Laura Griffin is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of over thirty books and novellas. Her books have been translated into fourteen languages. Laura is a two-time RITA® Award winner (for Scorched and Whisper of Warning) and the recipient of the Daphne du Maurier Award (for Untraceable). Her book Desperate Girls was named one of the Best Books of 2018 by Publishers Weekly. Laura lives in Austin, Texas, where she is working on her next novel.
