Dead in the Water (A Cal Murphy Thriller Book 4)

What Others Are Saying

About Jack Patterson

and
DEAD IN THE WATER

“In 
DEAD IN THE WATER
, Jack Patterson accurately captures the action-packed saga of what could be a real-life college football scandal. The sordid details will leave readers flipping through the pages as fast as a hurry-up offense.”

-
Mark Schlabach,

ESPN college sports columnist and

co-author of
Called to Coach
and

Heisman: The Man Behind the Trophy

“Jack’s storytelling feels as natural as James Patterson’s, and the short-chapter setup is the literary answer to Lay’s potato chips: you just want one more and before you know it, you’ve gone through the whole thing.

-
David Bashore
,
The Times-News, Twin Falls, ID

“Jack Patterson does a fantastic job at keeping you engaged and interested. I look forward to more from this talented author.”

-
Aaron Patterson
, bestselling author of SWEET DREAMS

“Patterson has a mean streak about a mile wide and puts his two main characters through quite a horrible ride, which makes for good reading.”

-
Richard D.
, reader

“Like a John Grisham novel, from the very start I was pulled right into the story and couldn’t put the book down. It was as if I personally knew and cared about what happened to each of the main characters. Every chapter ended with so much excitement and suspense I had to continue to read until I learned how it ended, even though it kept me up until 3:00 A.M.

-
Ray F.
, reader

DEAD SHOT

“Small town life in southern Idaho might seem quaint and idyllic to some. But when local newspaper reporter Cal Murphy begins to uncover a series of strange deaths that are linked to a sticky spider web of deception, the lid on the peaceful town is blown wide open. Told with all the energy and bravado of an old pro, first-timer Jack Patterson hits one out of the park his first time at bat with
Dead Shot
. It’s that good.”

-
Vincent Zandri
, bestselling author of
THE REMAINS

“You can tell Jack knows what it’s like to live in the newspaper world, but with
Dead Shot
, he’s proven that he also can write one heck of a murder mystery. With a clever plot and characters you badly want to succeed, he is on his way to becoming a new era James Patterson.”

-
Josh Katzowitz
,

NFL writer for CBSSports.com

& author of
Sid Gillman: Father of the Passing Game

DEAD LINE

“This book kept me on the edge of my seat the whole time. I didn’t really want to put it down. Jack Patterson has hooked me. I’ll be back for more.”

-
Bob Behler

3-time Idaho broadcaster of the year

and play-by-play voice for Boise State football

Other titles by Jack Patterson

Cal Murphy Thriller series

Dead Shot

Dead Line

Better off Dead

Dead in the Water

James Flynn Thriller series

The Warren Omissions

DEAD IN THE WATER

A Cal Murphy Thriller

JACK PATTERSON

For Don Brown

CHAPTER 1

TRE’VELL BAKER CLIMBED OUT of Dominique Dixon’s rusted out Civic and popped the hatchback. He grabbed his football gear and backpack before thanking his friend for the ride.

“Same time, same place Monday?” Dixon asked.

Baker nodded. “I wouldn’t miss it.”

Baker never missed it. Saint-Parran High’s most sought-after recruits in nearly two decades rode home together after every practice. It was a rare Friday night without a football game as Saint-Parran prepared for the upcoming Louisiana high school state playoffs.

Baker sat down and continued his routine, awaiting the arrival of his youngest brother’s school bus. Within five minutes, the bus appeared and began applying its squeaky brakes. The door flung open and Jarvis hopped off. He smiled at his big brother before racing to him for a hug.

“Hey, little man,” Baker said. “How was school today?”

“It was great,” Jarvis responded.

“How come?”

“Fourth down and the game was tied,” Jarvis began his tale. “We needed a touchdown. Mr. Bixby said it was time to come in, so we only had one more play. Who do you think they threw the ball to?”

“Do you even need to ask?”

“Randall threw the ball into the end zone and I dove and caught it to win the game.”

Baker looked down at his little brother, whose face beamed with pride as he waited for a compliment.

“You’re going to be better than me one day,” Baker said, rubbing his brother’s head.

With a half-mile walk ahead of them, Baker helped Jarvis shed his backpack and added it to his own burden. The cypress trees cast a thick canopy over the dirt road, a canopy that was already thinning as fall neared its annual secession to Old Man Winter. Sunlight danced between the shadows while Jarvis shared more excitement of a day in first grade. Playground conquests and compliments from the teacher highlighted their daily walks—and today was no different.

It wouldn’t be long before Baker would leave Saint-Parran, and Nikko, his thirteen-year-old brother, would assume the role of caring for their youngest sibling. Baker felt time marching toward him without any way to dodge it, no matter how deft he was at escaping.

When it came to eluding would-be tacklers, Baker held a special knack. At 6 feet 4 inches tall, and 235 pounds, Baker presented a healthy-sized target for quarterbacks. Though his size alone wasn’t what made him one of the most prized recruits in the entire state of Louisiana. No, it was his speed and agility that did that. His forty-yard dash time of 4.4 seconds blistered most of his competition. When Baker’s team was on offense, the plan was simple: get Baker the ball. His whirling moves coupled with his speed and size made him nearly impossible to defend. And it was for such talent that he would be leaving Saint-Parran, hopefully bringing his entire family with him.

But the likelihood of his mother and brothers joining him seemed slim in the wake of recent events.

A few short weeks ago, Baker and Dixon had taken an official recruiting trip to Bryant University. The young university in northern Alabama had taken the college football world by storm. Less than twenty years ago, the nephew of legendary Alabama coach Bear Bryant, Andrew Bryant, founded Bryant University. As a youngster, Andrew wanted to play for Alabama more than anything in the world—like the majority of the boys who grow up in the state—and made it his mission in life to do so. When his uncle didn’t offer him a scholarship, Andrew enrolled and walked on. After just one practice, Bear Bryant cut his nephew. Instead of growing bitter, Andrew decided to get even. By the time he was forty, he had amassed a fortune so sizeable that he landed at number twenty on Forbes’ list of “Richest People in America.” While he contributed plenty of money to charity, what Andrew really wanted was to spend his money to create a university, one with a football team that would upset the balance of power in the football-crazed state of Alabama. Huntsville emerged as the best city in which to start such an institution. The university was state of the art and had garnered plenty of academic acclaim in a short period of time. The athletic facilities dazzled and the coaches sold the opportunity to build something great—and maybe even win a championship. Dixon fell for the pitch. Baker did, too, but not without some extra coaxing.

Openly spurning Louisiana State for a school in nearby Alabama had done little to endear Saint-Parran’s dynamic duo to the locals. Once they graduated, their hometown support was sure to all but disappear. But Baker didn’t care—and neither did Dixon.

Every day in practice, the two fiercely competed against each other. Dixon, a defensive back, made Baker’s life miserable. Dixon defended each pass thrown to Baker as if it were the last play of the Super Bowl. They fed off each other. Pitting two of the best players in the state against each other only served to spur them on. They loved the competition—yet they wanted nothing more than to play together at the next level. And they wanted to go somewhere that made them happy, not stay in a town they would rather forget and leave behind.

It wasn’t that Saint-Parran was full of bad people—in fact, it was barely full of people at all. If it weren’t for some of the best fishing in Louisiana, Saint-Parran would likely never exist. It would simply be known as the area near Devil’s Fork Bayou. But good fishing attracted plenty of retired snowbirds and wealthy men in search of a trophy fish or a gator hide.

Baker ended up in Saint-Parran after his parents moved the family there from New Orleans. Why his mother never returned baffled Baker. His father left them when Baker was five, leaving his mother, Lanette, pregnant and penniless. His mother had a couple of live-in boyfriends that resulted in the additions of Tashawn, who was now eleven, and Jarvis, to the family. To make ends meet, Lanette grabbed every shift she could at Lagniappe Café off Highway 1 where what little action in Saint-Parran occurred. It was a dingy dive but patronized by mostly generous tippers, who kept Lanette and her family fed and clothed. For several years, Baker begged his mother to leave and search for employment elsewhere, but she refused. Her hope of a real life, one that didn’t mean scraping by, had all but vanished.

But Baker saw a way out for his mother when college coaches began parading through their three-bedroom slat-board house that sat just several feet from the edge of the creeping waters of Devil’s Fork Bayou. Baker dreamed of playing professionally one day, but he knew better than to bank on it. He saw opportunity in front him—a chance to help his mother and brothers escape an endless cycle of poverty—and he seized it. Whenever a coach entered his home, Baker asked the questions. He showed mild interest in how coaches intended to use him in their offense or in what academic offerings the school had. However, his real measuring stick for choosing a school came down to who wanted him more—as in, who wanted to give him the most.

Baker knew it was wrong. The National Collegiate Athletic Association—the NCAA —forbade such “gifts.” Tuition with room and board was enough. At most schools, such a scholarship package was equivalent to two hundred thousand dollars—a seemingly fair trade for playing football for four or five seasons. But Baker knew the scholarships meant nothing and he’d heard from others that it wasn’t the only thing schools would offer him, whether it was against the rules or not. So with a wink, Baker always asked the coaches what else they could do for him. Most coaches gave some standard line about keeping him safe and helping prepare him for the real world. Baker always scoffed at such comments. He lived in the real world and he’d always stayed safe. Those promises didn’t interest him—and most coaches sensed it right away.

The Bryant University coaches were different. They knew exactly what he was asking about—and they laid out a nice package. Lanette would have a new home, a car, and a job at the university bookstore as a manager. They praised her ability as a waitress and how she handled a grumpy customer while they were dining at her café. They noted that her customer service skills were why they thought she would make a great manager. The idea of caring for his mom in this way sold Baker on attending Bryant University.

In the weeks after they announced a verbal commitment to Bryant University, Baker grew uneasy over how the coaches broke the rules with such flippancy. All it would take is one disgruntled player to turn on them before the NCAA launched an investigation and discovered the type of impropriety that would result in heavy sanctions to the football program. Maybe the NCAA would take away scholarships, strip victories, or ban the game from playing in bowl games or worse—receive the dreaded death penalty that shut down the program. Nevertheless, Baker decided to take an official visit there with Dixon to assuage his fears. The reward would be worth it if the risk didn’t seem too detrimental to his future career and potential earnings should he make it to the NFL.