SinThe Sinclair O’Malley Series Book One
J.M. LeDuc
Contents
Also by J.M. LeDuc
Praise For J.M. Leduc
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
Chapter 19
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
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Acknowledgments
About the Author
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Cursed Presence
Cursed Days
Cornerstone
Short Stories
Phantom Squad: The Beginning Trilogy of the Chosen
Sinclair O’Malley Thrillers
SIN
Painted Beauty
Domino Effect (coming soon)
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SIN
By
J.M. LeDuc
DIGITAL EDITION
PUBLISHED BY:
J.M. LeDuc
Copyright 2019 J.M. LeDuc
PUBLISHING HISTORY:
Suspense Publishing, Paperback and Digital Copy, May 2014
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
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Praise For J.M. Leduc
“J. M LeDuc has written an action-packed sizzler of a novel with “Sin,” kicking off a new series that introduces readers to the “beautiful and bodacious” FBI agent Sinclair O’Malley. From the second she roars up to a colleague’s funeral on her vintage Harley, it is clear that the people who have been killing fellow agents and murdering young girls are in for trouble. Sin’s return to her home turf on Tumbleboat Key will pack more power than a hurricane roaring up the Florida coast as she cuts a swath through the most evil cast of villains you’d never want to meet. Fast-paced and pulsating with energy. LeDuc has a winner with “Sin.” What a woman!”
—Paul Kemprecos, #1 New York Times bestselling author of “Grey Lady”
“J.M. Leduc’s “Sin” is a bone-chilling tale that’s as cautionary as it is timely. This blistering thriller brilliantly re-imagines the Florida of James W. Hall and John D. McDonald, serving up a powerful female protagonist who’s every bit a match for the low-lifes and corrupt power mongers who stretch all the way to the unfriendliest part of Central America. The title represents a double-entendre all onto itself, just one of the many highlights of a book chock full of them. “Sin” is a seminal tale sure to stay with you long after the final page is flipped and make you long for the next entry in what is sure to be a stellar series.”
—Jon Land, bestselling author of “The Tenth Circle”
“ “Sin” is a fast-paced, action-packed suspense novel that you won’t be able to put down. J.M. LeDuc offers up a wonderful story with a cast of characters and a roller coaster plot that will keep you on the edge of your seat. Highly recommended.”
—Joseph Badal, award-winning author of “The Lone Wolf Agenda”
“This is a thriller you don’t want to miss. LeDuc has shown he’s on top of his game with some of his best writing. I won’t be missing the rest of this new series!”
—Starr Gardinier Reina, author of “The Other Side: Melinda’s Story”
1
The smells of the fish pier permeated Alex Bell’s olfactory senses as he stepped out of the black sedan: salt, suntan oil, diesel fuel, and the fresh catch of the day. If he inhaled deep enough, he could almost smell something else—death. His eyes darted back and forth, quick to survey his surroundings. He walked toward the beach and could hear the sound of the sand crunch under his black wingtips. The seagulls and palm trees gave the illusion of tranquility. Everything he smelled, heard, and saw should have brought back fond memories of his childhood, but they didn’t. Approaching the yellow crime scene tape, he knew his memories of the Florida Keys had been washed away for good—washed away by the death of three of his best agents.
The local police chief stood just on the other side of the crime tape. Alex pulled his credentials out of the inner pocket of his suit coat and flashed them toward the chief. The large man briefly glanced at the badge, took the well-chewed toothpick out of his mouth, and slid his mirror-lensed imitation Ray Bans down his reddened, bulbous nose.
“I’m Special Agent Alex Bell. I would appreciate it if you could give me a few minutes.”
The chief yanked a ratty handkerchief from the pocket of his polyester pants and wiped the sweat from his furrowed brow. With a sigh of what looked like exasperation, he tapped his nametag with a nicotine stained finger—it read, Ezekiel Miller.
Miller eyed Alex and said, “Federal Bureau of Investee-gation, huh?” He looked around at the small town fishing pier. “You boys must be slow. Guess you must of caught all them bathrobe wearin’ sand niggers that bombed the good ole U.S. of A.?”
Internally, the police chief’s language or lack of it scratched Alex’s conscience like nails on a chalkboard. Externally, his appearance didn’t change one iota. He slipped his badge back inside his jacket and continued to stare at the pear-shaped, potty-mouthed, star-wearing inbred.
Alex lifted the crime tape and stood close enough to the sheriff to tell what shade of gray his ‘white’ tee-shirt was. “One of the things we’re taught during our training is to multitask,” he said.
Chief Miller cocked his head to the side like a confused hound dog.
“You know,” Alex continued, “like being able to eat fried foods and smoke cigarettes at the same time. That sort of thing.”
Miller tossed the
