Promise Renewed
Authors: Mitzi Pool Bridges
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Praise for Mitzi Pool Bridges
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
A word about the author...
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Thank you for purchasing this publication of The Wild Rose Press, Inc.
Promise Renewed
by
Mitzi Pool Bridges
The Callahan Series, Book Five
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.
Promise Renewed
COPYRIGHT © 2014 by Mitzi Pool Bridges
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Publishing History
First Crimson Rose Edition, 2014
Print ISBN 978-1-62830-547-0
Digital ISBN 978-1-62830-548-7
The Callahan Series, Book Five
Published in the United States of America
Praise for Mitzi Pool Bridges
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PROMISE HER
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PROMISE HER
...is an extremely good book and I would recommend it to those romance readers who love a strong heroine and a hero that would do anything to protect her... I also recommend reading the other books prior to this one in this series to get to know the secondary characters.”
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Dedication
For all those who suffered sexual abuse as a child.
May you heal in love.
Chapter One
The cell phone rang once, twice, three times.
Detective Darin Callahan squinted at the clock before voicemail could pick up. It was late. No, early. His family? Partner? Didn’t matter. Two in the morning meant bad news.
“Callahan,” he rumbled, his voice rough with sleep, his mind already on alert. After eight years with Houston’s Police Department, he’d learned to come awake fast and think faster.
“I have proof,” his partner, Tom Hunter whispered. “You won’t believe it until you see it with your own eyes. Meet me at the storage lot on Twentieth ASAP.”
“Wait,” Darin barked as silence filled his ear. He called his partner back. It went straight to voicemail. “Damn.” Darin rolled out of bed, threw on his clothes, boots, and Stetson, and was out the door in less than two minutes. Every thirty seconds, he rang Hunter’s cell.
“Damn you, Hunter. What are you up to?” Whatever it was had to be work related. Nothing else made sense. He’d been partnered with Hunter in the narcotics division of HPD for the past three years. They were good together. Could almost read each other’s mind. But lately, his partner had been acting strange. Secretive even. As if he were onto something big. Questioning him brought nothing but grunts and a vague promise to clear things up soon. Whatever the hell that meant.
Darin peeled out of his driveway and exceeded the speed limit by a good twenty miles, arriving at the location in less than fifteen minutes. Hunter’s pickup was parked a block from the storage lot. Darin rolled in behind him. Not knowing what was going down, he turned off his lights, took his Glock out of its holster. At first glance the place looked as deserted as it should at this hour of the morning. Where the hell was Hunter? Darin punched redial. Still nothing. For a moment he sat there and scoped out the area. If Hunter wanted him here, there had to be a damned good reason. His partner was one of the best cops Darin had ever known. He trusted Hunter like he trusted his brothers. Lately though, he had been acting out of character. But that didn’t change the fact that if Tom Hunter said this was important, it was.
Darin got out of his pickup and walked to the gate. It wasn’t locked. Curious. He held his Glock with one hand, his cell phone in the other.
Except for the security lights the place was dark and quiet. Not knowing what to expect, he crept forward. As he edged around a corner, dim light from inside one of the spaces allowed him to see a large truck similar to a twenty-four-foot box truck backed up to door number seven.
Where was Hunter?
For a moment, he stood there, watching, waiting, listening. Taking a quick breath he inched toward the truck.
What are you involved in, Hunter? And where the hell are you?
Darin was edgy now. He had to find Hunter. Fast.
He glanced over his shoulder, expecting to see his partner sneak up on him, fill him in on what was going down. There was no one.
Inside the space whispered voices drew him closer.
Then all hell broke loose.
Shots! One after another.
Darin’s heart stopped. Then started an erratic beat. His fingers flew as he dialed 911. “Shots fired,” he whispered and gave his badge number. “Another officer on the scene, but out of contact.”
Procedure was to wait for backup, but Hunter was here. Gunshots meant he was in trouble. With no other choice Darin put his cell in his pocket, two-handed the Glock, and crept forward.
Though his view to the inside was blocked by the truck, he could hear frantic movement and excited voices. What had just happened?
Still no Hunter.
Darin scanned the area again. Nothing moved outside of number seven. He dared not call out. He had to get closer. Leaving the safety of the truck, he dashed across the open space to the side of the door. There, he leaned against the metal building and caught his breath.
By now his hands were slick with sweat, his heart leaping out of his chest. Who fired the shots? What was going down? Darin was working in the dark both figuratively and literally. He hated the feeling. Hunter knew that, so why hadn’t he clued him in?
A man stepped out the door and looked around. Darin blended into the shadows. The man’s silhouette, his slim build, were clear in the dim light. The guy had on a baseball cap. His shirttail hung out over his jeans. Then he stepped back inside.
The voices had quieted now, but still no Hunter.
Darin had to find out what was going on. One quiet step at a time he made his way down the wall to the open door. Activity. Even more hurried now. Where were the cops? Taking a deep breath, he stuck his head around the doorframe. And froze. The fifteen-by-twenty-foot space was being emptied of bales of marijuana. Men with red handkerchiefs over their faces were carting them to the back end of a large box truck as fast as they could. There was a stack of boxes on the floor. One of them split open and white powder spilled forth. “Damn,” he whispered. “H.”
Only the man whose silhouette he’d seen earlier wore a long shirt over jeans and was gesturing to the others to hurry. Who were these guys?
He jerked his head back. If he ever needed help it was now. Little wonder Hunter had called him. But why not call the captain and have him raid the place? It didn’t make sense.
None of this made sense. What the hell was Hunter doing here alone? Where was he?
Still no sirens.
Sweat pored off him as if he were in a sauna. He ran first one hand then the other down his pants leg. Was that a groan?
Hunter?
Had to be. Darin would get the drop on these guys, arrest them, and hold them until the cavalry arrived.
Cop training urged him to wait for backup. Another low groan topped the training. His Glock leading the way, Darin stepped through the doorway.
****
Lights blinded him. When he attempted to sit up strong hands gently pushed him back. “Take it easy,” a firm female voice ordered. It came from a great distance, another planet maybe.
“Hunter?” His voice was a hoarse whisper. “Is he all right?”
No answer.
He struggled to a sitting position only to end up putting a hand to his head. Had the damned building fallen on him? “What the hell happened?”
“That’s what I want to know.”
Darin looked up. Against the glare of blinking red and blue lights, Captain Wells looked down at him, a frown etched on his face. With a moan, Darin fell back to the ground.
An ambulance peeled away, its sirens screaming. Darin squinted up at his captain. “Hunter?”
A brief nod.
“Shot?”
Another nod.
“Shit!”
“What happened here?”
A young woman in a crisp cotton shirt with an EMT emblem on the sleeve told the captain, “Not now. This man has a concussion. We’re transporting him to Memorial Northwest. You can question him there.”
Darin could have kissed her. He didn’t want to answer the captain’s questions. Not that he knew anything. He knew less than nothing. He did know that somehow, someway, Hunter had tracked millions in drugs to this very spot. Even in Darin’s confused state, he knew things like that didn’t happen overnight. It took weeks, sometimes months to pinpoint this big a haul. So why hadn’t Hunter clued the team in? What was really going on here?
Less than five minutes later, Darin was in the back of an ambulance with an IV in one arm, a blood pressure cuff on the other, his Stetson laying on his chest.
The EMT grinned down at him. “You’re going to be fine. Just a big knot on the head.”