Shadow of Misgivings
Margot Harris Book 5
Nora Kane
Shadow of Misgivings by Nora Kane Copyright © 2021 by Nora Kane.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher. It is illegal to copy this book, post it to a website, or distribute it by any other means without permission. This book is a work of fiction. Any reference to real people or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the authors imagination and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Books by Nora Kane
1. Secrets of Woodcrest Manor
2. Wolverine Harbor Novellas Series
Book 1 - The Veil of Deceit
Book 2 - The Veil of Envy
Book 3 - The Veil of Vengeance
3. Emmy Grimm Series
Book 1 - Lured
Book 2 - Chased
Book 3 - Blindsided
4. Margot Harris Series
Book 1 - Shadow of Greed
Book 2 - Shadow of Pretense
Book 3 - Shadow of Suspicion
Book 4 - Shadow of Betrayal
Book 5 - Shadow of Misgivings
FREE GIFT!
Claim Your Free Copy of My Book Secrets of Woodcrest Manor.
This book is not available anywhere else, exclusive for subscribers of Nora Kane’s Newsletter.
When the Patriarch of the Woodcrest Family was found dead in the flowerbed under his bedroom window, the local police department called it suicide. His son hired Private detective Emmy wanting to uncover the real truth behind his father's death. Surrounded by so many individuals who could benefit from his death, now the responsibility is on Emmy to figure out who was responsible. When Emmy starts to talk to the heirs the Woodcrest family's secrets begin to emerge.
Table of Content
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Books by Nora Kane
FREE GIFT!
DROP ME A NOTE!
Prologue
“Sorry man, but business is business.”
“He could have at least heard what I was proposing.”
“It’s clear he wasn’t interested.”
“How about you? You interested?”
The man smiled and shook his head. “Come on, bro, we both know there’s nothing you can propose that will come close to the scratch we’re making from them.”
Mal had nothing to say to that. He certainly didn’t want to tell the man he was right.
“You know if I go with you, I’m going to go slow, right?” Mal asked.
“What do you mean ‘go slow’?”
“I mean when he kills me, he’s going to take his time about it. He’s going to torture me.”
Mal could tell the man in front of him, the oldest of the group, couldn’t care less. The kid behind him though? He looked concerned.
“Don’t look at him,” the big man directly in front of him said, “he’s not going to help you. The question is, do you want to walk out of here like a man on your feet? Or do you want us to carry you out like a little bitch?”
“Is there a third option?”
“Not really.”
Mal nodded and hung his head like he was sad about his impending demise. True, he wasn’t happy about it, but that’s not why he’d taken the stance.
“Is he going to cry?” one of the trio of would-be abductors asked.
“I hope not,” the big man standing in front of him said. He bent down so he was eye level with Mal and lifted his chin before he said, “Come on, man. I didn’t figure you to be the type to get all weepy.”
When Mal lifted his head, he’d taken the little twenty-five caliber pistol—what they used to call a Saturday Night Special—out of his boot. It wasn’t something he advertised, but he’d been carrying the little cheap five shot pistol there ever since his days as a cop.
He put it under the big man’s chin and growled, “I’m not crying. Even if I was, it wouldn’t be for me. I’d be crying for you because you and your boys need to do what I say or you’re a dead man and you don’t really look like the type who can follow directions.”
“Come on, man. What are you going to do with that little peashooter?”
“Send a bullet through the bottom of your chin and up through your brain for starters,” Mal said as he stood up.
The man with the gun under his chin stood up with him. Mal remembered that, when they had come in, the big dude had snatched his Glock 21 from the nightstand and stuck it in his belt. Mal took the gun and pointed it at the man behind him on the left while he kept the gun under the other man’s chin.
This did nothing to stop the man to his right from drawing his gun and pointing it Mal’s way.
“You sure you want to do this?” Mal asked him. “Once the shooting starts in this kind of situation, things tend to go bad for everybody.”
The man didn’t lower his gun.
Mal pulled the trigger on the Saturday night special as the man with it under his chin tried to grab it.
As Mal predicted, things went back for everybody. Some worse than others.
Chapter 1
Margot didn’t think much about the motorcycle making noise in the parking lot below her apartment. Plenty of tenants had bikes. She was too busy reading a book and sipping on a glass of Maker’s Mark over ice to be concerned about a neighbor whose motorcycle needed a new muffler.
She thought about it, though, when there was a knock on her door soon after the sound died
