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Fatal Justice

By Marie Force

She looked into the dead face of the man she’d dined with the night before

Standing over the body of a Supreme Court nominee, Lieutenant Sam Holland is hip-deep in another high-profile murder case. The fact that she was one of the last people to see Julian Sinclair alive just complicates things even more. On the plus side, her relationship with Senator Nick Cappuano is heating up—but it’s also attracting a lot of unwanted media attention and blinding flash bulbs.

The pressure is on for Sam to find Sinclair’s killer, but a new lead in her father’s unsolved shooting puts her in unexpected danger. When long-buried secrets threaten to derail her relationship with Nick, Sam realizes that while justice can be blind, mixing romance with politics has the potential to be fatal…

Letter to Reader

Dear Reader,

A new year always brings with it a sense of expectation and promise (and maybe a vague sense of guilt). Expectation because we don’t know what the year will bring exactly, but promise because we always hope it will be good things. The guilt is due to all of the New Year’s resolutions we make with such good intentions.

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~Angela James

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Dedication

For Cindy, Cheryl, Kendra and Linda—my writing BFFs. How did we ever survive before the Lair?

And for all the readers who’ve written to say they LOVE the idea of a romance series featuring the same couple in every book, thank you, thank you, THANK YOU! I knew you were out there!

Contents

Copyright

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Epilogue

Acknowledgements

About the Author

Chapter 1

As Sam raised her right hand to take the oath that would make her a lieutenant, every cell phone and pager in the room began to vibrate.

Tearing her eyes off the city clerk, she ventured a glance at her partner, Detective Freddie Cruz, and noted the grim expression on his handsome face as he checked his pager.

The moment Sam said the final words of the oath, several of the other officers in the room bolted for the doors, calling out that they’d see her later at the party. She heard one of them say, “DD, mass cas.”

Ugh, Sam thought, domestic disturbance, multiple casualties—the worst kind of hell for cops.

“…I have tremendous confidence that she’ll continue to serve with honor and distinction in her new role,” concluded Chief Farnsworth, a man she’d called Uncle Joe when she was a child. “It’s my great personal and professional honor to introduce for the first time, Lieutenant Sam Holland.”

Contending with a huge lump in her throat, Sam received the thundering applause from the colleagues who remained in the room. Her sisters, Tracy and Angela, stepped forward, followed by their father in his motorized wheelchair.

As her sisters pinned on the gold bars, Sam marveled at the surreal sensation. Thanks to the dyslexia she’d battled all her life, she hadn’t allowed herself to imagine this moment. Tears wet her father’s cheeks as he watched from his chair. He loved his three girls passionately, but the special bond he shared with Sam was obvious to everyone who knew them.

Once the bars were in place Tracy and Angela stepped back.

Sam leaned forward to rest her head on her father’s shoulder, which was a poor substitute for the hug she’d have given anything to receive from him right then. Two long years had passed since he’d last been able to hug her.

“Congratulations, Lieutenant,” he said in a gruff tone.

“Thank you, Chief.”

He kissed her cheek.

She turned to shake hands with Chief Farnsworth.

Watching the remaining cops leave the room, Sam had to hold herself back.

“It’s okay if you want to go with them,” Nick said from behind her.

“No way,” she said as she turned to him. “I’m off today.”

“Sam.”

“Nick.”

He leaned in and kissed her square on the lips in front of her father, her sisters, the chief and the mayor. The mayor, for God’s sake!

“Congratulations, Lieutenant,” Nick whispered.

“Thank you,” she muttered. She planned to speak to him once again about his inappropriate PDA habit once they were back in that stupid limo he’d insisted on to transport them around the famously congested District of Columbia on their big day.

“The uniform is h-o-t,” he whispered in her ear. “I’ll need a private viewing later.”

“Stop.” She pushed at his chest. Even through the suit she could make out the pronounced contours of his muscular pectorals.

His full, sexy mouth lifted into the smile that promised carnal delights, and Sam’s panties went damp. That was all it took, and he knew it.

As they partook in the coffee and pastry reception, Sam felt twitchy with anxiety as she waited to hear something—anything—from the scene of the domestic disturbance. Sipping her second diet cola of the day, she watched Nick share a laugh with her father and was grateful that the two of them had bonded over their shared concern for her safety. She wished they were a little less concerned, but hey, at least her father had stopped trying to intimidate Nick every chance he got—something Skip was still quite good at, even from his wheelchair.

Angela and Tracy materialized out of the crowd and linked their arms through Sam’s.

“Ready to move on to part two?” Tracy asked.

“Do I have to?” Sam asked, a shaft of pain through her midsection reminding her of her many worries about Nick’s new job. It also reminded her that she’d promised him she would have this annoying stomach situation checked by his doctor once the O’Connor case was closed. She hoped he would forget but knew he wouldn’t. “I need to get changed.”

“We’ll go with you,” Angela said.

Sam signaled to Nick that she’d be right back and headed for her new corner office in the detectives’ pit where she had stashed a change of clothes earlier. The suit she’d paid way too much for hung on a hook behind the door.

“Come in here and help me, you guys,” Sam called to her sisters. “I’m all thumbs.”

Angela and Tracy marched through the door and took over, changing Sam out of her uniform and into the black suit with a subtle silver pinstripe. The three-button jacket revealed just a hint of her substantial cleavage, but she worried it was too much. They capped off the outfit with Sam’s prized black Jimmy Choo heels and their grandmother’s pearls, which Sam hoped lent her an aura of respectability.

Angela helped Sam with the shoes, straightened and then wobbled. “Whoa,” she said, reaching for the wall to steady herself.

“What’s the matter?” Sam asked.

“Nothing. Just got dizzy for a minute there.”

“Did you skip breakfast again?” Tracy asked.

“Maybe,” Angela said sheepishly. “I’ll grab something on the way to the Capitol.” Turning her attention on Sam, she added, “You look fabulous, Sam. Absolutely gorgeous.”

Sam tugged at the top button of the suit, willing it up another half inch. But the moment she let it go, it slid back down over breasts she thought were far too big. “It’s not conservative enough.”

“Well, since Nick is a flaming liberal, that shouldn’t be a problem,” Ang joked.

“Very funny,” Sam said. “The chief justice of the Supreme Court is swearing him in. He isn’t going to want to see my boobs.”

“Wanna bet?” Tracy said with a smirk.

Sam fought to swallow the lump of panic forming in her throat. “I can’t do this, you guys. I’m not cut out to be a senator’s whatever I am.”

“Love of his life?” Angela said.

The poignant simplicity of her sister’s statement nearly undid Sam.

“You look beautiful, classy and elegant.” Tracy smoothed her hands over Sam’s lapels. “Nick should be honored to have you by his side today.”

“He is,” Nick said from the doorway.

Startled, they turned, and the love Sam saw in his gaze chased away all her fears.

Tracy cleared her throat. “We’ll, ah, go get Dad and Celia and see you at the Capitol.” Grabbing Angela’s arm, she steered her younger sister out of the office.

Sam continued to fiddle with the low-cut jacket.

Nick retrieved her hand and brought it to his lips. “You’re stunning.”

“This suit is all wrong,” she said, unaccustomed to wardrobe malfunctions of this magnitude. Fashion was the one area of her life where she was usually one hundred percent confident. “I don’t know what I was thinking. It shows too much—”

He put his arms around her. “It’s beautiful, you’re beautiful and I love you. I was so proud of you in there, watching your sisters pin those gold bars on your collar.”

Touched, she worked up a smile for him. “You understand why I asked them and not you, don’t you?”

“Of course I do. They stood in your dad’s place. It was perfect.”

“Thanks,” she said, relieved that he understood—that he always seemed to understand. Tall herself, she had to tip her head back to meet his hazel eyes. At six-four, he was one of the few people in her life who towered over her. “Are you ready?”

The slight hitch in the deep breath he released was the only sign of nerves she could detect in his otherwise cool demeanor. “As ready as I’ll ever be.” He offered her his arm. “Shall we?”

Sam hesitated but only for a second. He was everything. To deny that would not only be foolish, it would be pointless. She hooked her hand through his arm. “Absolutely.”

An hour later, as Sam stood under the Capitol dome and held the O’Connor family Bible while Nick swore to preserve and protect the Constitution of the United States against all enemies foreign and domestic, it occurred to her that his big day trumped hers by a mile. The president of the United States, a close friend of the O’Connor family, surprised Nick by showing up with the first lady.

It was the second time in a week Sam had seen President and Mrs. Nelson. The first time had been at John O’Connor’s funeral where she also met Nick’s father, Leo. Today, Leo had brought his pretty young wife and adorable three-year-old twin sons, and Sam was once again struck by Leo’s youthfulness. Since he was only fifteen years older than Nick, it made sense that he looked more like Nick’s brother than his father.

The entire O’Connor family had come. Sam could only imagine how difficult it must be for them to watch their murdered son and brother’s best friend replace him in the Senate. John’s father, retired Senator Graham O’Connor, had handpicked Nick for the job. And while Graham and his wife Laine’s eyes shone with pride as they watched the man they thought of as a son take the oath of office, Sam could also see the heartbreak. Their loss was so recent and raw, and was made worse by the fact that John had been taken from them by his own son.

Before Sam knew it, Nick was declared a United States senator, and he had committed the next year to the people of Virginia. As Nick shook hands with the president, Sam hoped her crazy job wouldn’t somehow ruin it for him.

Chapter 2

Nick received hugs from his father, the O’Connors and the first lady. Amazing. The son of high school-aged parents, he’d been raised by his grandmother in a one-bedroom apartment in Lowell, Massachusetts. He’d landed an academic scholarship to Harvard where he’d met John O’Connor and later, John’s family. Over the years, the O’Connors had become Nick’s family, too, which was the only reason he was now a United States senator.

From the setting under the Capitol rotunda to the chief justice to the governor of Virginia, this whole thing felt like it was happening in a movie rather than to him. As the president of the United States extended his hand and said, “Congratulations, Senator,” it finally became real. He was Senator Nicholas Cappuano, Democrat of Virginia. But when he remembered how he’d gotten here, that his best friend had been murdered, and that he had been tapped to take his place, Nick’s heart ached. As if anyone could take John’s place.

The crowd moved toward his suite of offices in the Hart Building for the reception the Virginia Democrats were throwing in his honor. Nick went against the flow to find Sam as he continued to accept congratulations. He saw her at the end of the line, tagging along behind her father and his fiancée Celia as they headed to the elevator. Reaching for Sam’s hand, Nick held her back.

“We’ll be right there,” he said to Skip and Celia.

“Take your time, Senator,” Skip said, the half of his face that wasn’t paralyzed lifting into a grin.

“That sounds so weird,” Nick said to Sam when they were alone.

She reached up to brush a stray lock of hair off his forehead. “You’d better get used to it.”

Moved by her loving gesture, he still wanted to pinch himself when he realized he could touch her, be with her, sleep with her and love her every day after six years of dreaming about her. The one who’d gotten away was back in his life, and there was nothing he wouldn’t do to keep her there. “Are you all right?”

“Sure,” she said. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You’re a little pale.”

“Am I?”

“Uh-huh. Are you still worried about all this?”

She looked up at him with those light blue eyes that betrayed her every emotion. “No.”

“Liar,” he said, smiling as he leaned in to kiss her.

She tried to pull back from him, but he resisted. “You can’t do that here,” she said. “You’re a senator now.”

He glanced around at the deserted rotunda. “Who’s looking?” Tipping his head, he brushed his lips over hers and was gratified to feel some of the resistance leave her shoulders.

“Do I have to call you Senator now?” she asked with a glint in her eye.

“Only in bed.”

Her cheeks flamed with color. “Why do you have to say that stuff?”

“Because it flusters you.”

“It does not.”

“Liar.”

She poked his ribs, making him laugh.

A throat was cleared behind them. They turned to find Nick’s communications director, Trevor Donnelly, waiting for him. Nick had retained all of John O’Connor’s staff, including the perpetually frazzled, mop-topped Donnelly.

“Um, excuse me, Senator, but the media is waiting to have a word with you, and the president and first lady were looking for you in the office. They have to get going.”

“I’ll be right there.”

“Should I, ah, wait?” Trevor asked.

“No, go on ahead.”

With an awkward nod, Trevor left them.

“It has to be weird to them,” Nick said, watching him go. “Two weeks ago, I was a staffer too. Now they have to call me Senator.”

“There’ll be some adjustments, but you’ll make it work.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence. I hope you’re right.”

“You’d better go. The president’s waiting for you.”

“Before I do,” he said, reaching for her hands and bringing them to his lips, “I have to do something about that anticipating-disaster look on your face.” When he had her full attention, he said, “I love you, Samantha, and you’re the most important thing in my life. More important than my job, my new title and all the perks that’ll come with it.”

“That’s sweet of you to say.” She finally cracked a grin as they walked toward the elevator. “Do you know how many police lieutenants there are in this country?”

“Maybe a couple thousand plus one more today?” he said, perplexed by the question.

“That’s about right. Guess how many U.S. senators there are?”

“That one I know—exactly one hundred. What’s your point?”

“No point. I was just doing the math.”

In the elevator, he backed her up against the wall. “Your big day was every bit as big as mine.”

“No, it wasn’t,” she said, her hands resting on his chest. “I got the mayor. You got the president.”

“Big whoop. He came out of respect for John and because he’s an old friend of Graham’s.”

“He came because he wants to court the newest Democratic senator.”

Nick shrugged. “None of this is going to change me, Sam. I swear. I’m the same guy you woke up with this morning. I’m the same guy you’re going to sleep with tonight. I promise.”

“Making a lot of assumptions, aren’t you?” She tossed a saucy grin over her shoulder as she stepped off the elevator ahead of him.

“No assumptions.” He took her hand and fought her efforts to break free of him as they stepped into his crowded office. “Just stating the facts, Lieutenant.”

“You’d better go talk to the president.”

“Come with me.”

“You go ahead. I’ll be right over there.” She pointed to where her father, Celia, Tracy, Angela and their families had congregated, outside of what used to be Nick’s office.

Ignoring that, he tightened his grip on her hand and moved toward the president. As she reluctantly followed him he could feel her tension, but he refused to allow her to put distance between them. That was not going to happen.

“Mr. President,” Nick said, extending his free hand. “I can’t thank you enough for being here.”

“My pleasure, Senator,” President Nelson said. Turning his attention to Sam, he added, “And it’s nice to see you again, Sergeant.”

“Actually,” Nick said, sliding an arm around Sam’s waist, “it’s Lieutenant. As of about two hours ago.”

“Well, congratulations to both of you.”

“Thank you,” Sam said.

“We have to be going,” President Nelson said, “but I look forward to working with you. If I can do anything for you, my door’s always open.”

“Likewise, sir,” Nick said.

“We’ll be hosting a state dinner for the prime minister of Canada in a couple of weeks,” the president added. “I hope you both can make it.”

Nick felt Sam stiffen. “We’d be honored,” he said.

President and Mrs. Nelson left a few minutes later. While Nick and Sam visited with his father’s family, Trevor approached them again.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, Senator, but several reporters are waiting for you in the conference room.”

“Would you please excuse me?” Nick said. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

He left Sam with his family and followed Trevor. Over the next thirty minutes, he made it clear to the press that his top priority was ensuring passage of the immigration bill that had been scheduled for a vote by the full Senate on the day John was found murdered.

“Will you be a co-sponsor?” a reporter from The Hill asked.

“Senator O’Connor’s name will remain on the bill as a co-sponsor with Senator Martin. My office will work with Senator Martin’s staff to get the bill on the floor for a vote.”

“Have you been apprised of your committee assignments yet?” asked a reporter from the Richmond Times-Dispatch.

“No, but I imagine I’ll take Senator O’Connor’s assignments since I’m only here for a year.”

“Your relationship with Lieutenant Holland has gotten a lot of attention lately—”

“I’m not going to discuss that.”

“The public is interested.”

“My personal life is of no consequence to my duties as a United States senator. Let’s keep the focus on that.”

“Do you plan to get married?”

Frustrated, Nick stood up. “I have an office full of guests, so if you’ll please excuse me, I’d like to get back to them.” He left the conference room and bumped into Christina Billings, whom he had promoted from deputy chief of staff into the job that used to be his—chief of staff.

“What’s wrong, Senator?” she asked. “You look pissed.”

He ran a hand through his hair, noting the odd sound of his new title coming from his long-time friend and colleague. “The country’s at war, the economy’s in shambles and all they want to talk about is my love life.”

“People are curious. It’s to be expected.”

“It’s annoying.”

Nick watched her glance across the room to where Sam was in the midst of an animated conversation with her father and sisters.

“Are you going to be able to get past it, Chris? She matters to me.”

“She was a total bitch to me. Treating me like a murderer. As if I could’ve killed John.”

“She was just doing her job.”

“Her job sucks.”

“On many days, she’d agree with you, but I need you to get over it. She’s not going anywhere.”

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