This is the third book in a Murder Mystery series featuring Australian Federal Police Detectives Joseph Lind and Marjory Hendricks. This story is Free to Download legally in PDF, ePub, Kindle.

<p>Excerpt:</p> <p>It felt as though I had only just managed to nod off.</p> <p>The incessant ringing of my mobile standing in its charging dock slowly lifted me from a fitful sleep. At this time of night I didn&#39;t want to answer it.</p> <p>I just wanted it to go away. To skip across my bed-side table and fall to the floor breaking into a thousand pieces.<br /> <br /> &#39;Yep?&#39; I groggily answered.<br /> <br /> &#39;Joe? No time for your beauty sleep. We&#39;ve got a call out. The night boys are out on another case so we&#39;re up on this one. Pick you up in 15.&#39;<br /> <br /> It was my partner D2 Marjory Hendricks as chirpy as ever. The best Homicide Detective that I had ever been partnered with.<br /> <br /> She would never learn that fact from me, though.....never!<br /> <br /> Not that I was an expert in such things.<br /> <br /> Some would whisper that I was incapable of being successfully partnered, as I had gone through several since I joined the Murder Squad. Being teamed with Marjory Hendricks had been my redemption and the one thing that had cancelled my demotion out of the Squad.<br /> <br /> I knew that I had been on thin ice.<br /> <br /> I blame it on my previous life as an undercover Narc and Vice Squad Officer. Partners in those situations didn&#39;t seem to last long either, though it was for vastly different reasons!<br /> <br /> I didn&#39;t even have time to tell her groggily to f**k off before I signed off, rattled the phone back into its dock, rolled over and began to drift off back into the nether world.<br /> <br /> The phone rang again.<br /> <br /> &#39;Joe? You&#39;re a pain in the arse, Joe Lind. Get your sorry arse out of bed. I&#39;ll be there in 15 to pick you up!&#39;<br /> <br /> She was the pain in the arse not me, though I never seemed to have the time to tell her of that fact before she hangs up on me.<br /> <br /> I rolled out of bed and headed for the En-suite to give myself a cold wake-up shower. Still partially wet, I quickly dressed and had just sipped at my first coffee when a quiet knock came from the front door. I had no idea why she always did that.......the ringing phone, my loud expletives as the cold water of the shower violently chilled my body and my stumbling, bleary-eyed attempts at dressing myself would, one have thought, woken up my twenty year old son.<br /> <br /> If not the entire neighbourhood!<br /> <br /> Not her shallow, furtive knocking on the front door.<br /> <br /> She was supposed to have been one of the better Murder Squad cops yet she couldn&#39;t figure that one out!<br /> <br /> I&#39;ll blame the hour of the morning, the manner in which I was awakened and the fact that I am not a morning person for my grumpy mood.<br /> <br /> Not a great way to start a day, especially when its a murder involved.<br /> <br /> &#39;Coffee?&#39; I enquired of her as I opened the door. I thrust a &#39;Thermo-cup&#39; of coffee into her hand as I carefully closed my front door behind me. Two pieces of toast lathered with butter and Vegemite clenched between my teeth.<br /> <br /> One for me and thoughtfully, one for my partner though she always refused the offer. Go figure. There&#39;s nothing better than a piece of warm toast lathered, no dripping with a mixture of butter and Vegemite first thing of the morning.<br /> <br /> Her loss, my gain!<br /> <br /> As I heaved myself into the Unmarked Cop vehicle, I tiredly asked my colleague had she ever had a full night&#39;s sleep where, when she woke, she felt as though she had not been asleep at all.</p>