Shadow of Temptation
A Prequel To
Margot Harris Mystery Series
Nora Kane
Shadow of Temptation, A Prequel to Margot Harris Mystery Series by Nora Kane Copyright © 2020 by Nora Kane.
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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
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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
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Summary
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“Dude, it’s an easy score. All that stuff is just sitting there.”
“I guess,” Steve said to Darin, “except what am I going to tell my mom when I hook up the new PlayStation to our old TV?”
“Old TV? Dude, we grab a TV too, maybe two, if we can get them in my car.”
“Uh, dude, the problem isn’t our TV is old, it’s how do I explain where I got it?”
“Who said we bring them to your house?”
“We take it to your place?”
“No, I figure we set one up at the shot house and then sell the other one. Boogie has been bitching about me staying there and this way he can never bitch again.”
Steve thought about it for a second. Darin wasn’t exactly a genius and he was even dumber when he was stoned, which was pretty much all the time these days, but he had a solid plan here. They’d stumbled on a bunch of guys unloading a truck into a storage unit and noticed they’d pretty much filled it with video game systems and televisions. The lock was just a basic padlock and Steve had stumbled on some primo bolt cutters someone had left in the back of their pickup truck.
The reason they were there in the first place is Darin knew the passcode on the gate. How he learned it was a long story Steve had mostly forgotten, but since they could get in, they decided they should. Even though there wasn’t really anything to do once they were. If the truck with the gaming systems and televisions hadn’t shown up or even just arrived five minutes later, they would have left and never come back.
Darin pulled his beat-to-hell Toyota Corolla to the gate and punched in the code. For a second, it seemed the code had been changed and the gate wasn’t going to rise, but it was just old, slow, and in need of oil.
They did a quick drive around and found they had the place to themselves. Darin backed up to the garage and Steve jumped out with the bolt cutters. Just like Darin predicted, the lock snapped when Steve put some pressure on it. While he was breaking the lock, Darin opened the trunk and pushed down the seats.
“Too bad I don’t have a truck,” he said as Steve tossed the lock aside and opened the door, “We could take it all.”
“Let’s just grab what we can and get out of here,” Steve said as he scooped up three boxes of gaming systems and hauled them to the car.
“We need to get at least one TV.”
They grabbed the nearest box—it took both of them to lift it—and wrangled it into the trunk.
“Do you think we can get one more?” Darin asked.
“Not this size. But we can grab some more PlayStations,” he said as he went back in.
They both had a handful of boxes when Darin spotted the pistol sitting on top of one of the television boxes. He put down the gaming systems and walked over to pick it up.
“Check it out bro,” he said as he lifted the weapon. “Is it a Glock?”
“Does it matter? Put it down.”
“No way, I’m keeping it. Maybe there’s one for you too.”
“I don’t want one.”
“Don’t be such a pussy. You know you want one.”
Steve had to admit having a gun did sound pretty cool.
“Whoa, what the hell is this?” Darin said as moved some boxes in an effort to find more guns.
Steve joined him at the back of the storage unit and saw the lumpy shape wrapped in an old throw rug.
“Something is in there,” Darin said as he moved closer.
“Maybe we should getting out of here,” Steve warned, “The longer we stay the more likely it is for somebody to see us.”
Darin ignored him and peaked down the top of the rolled up rug. He slipped on something wet and hit the ground, taking the rug with him. When he hit the floor, the rug unrolled and the body spilled out.
“Uh, dude, is that, like, a dead guy?” Darin asked.
Looking at the impossibly pale body missing
