Book 2 of the
Requires Rescue Series
Sometimes even the strong
requires a helping hand.
Molly Brown always faces life with a smile, even when a frightening thug is intent upon killing her. At first, Detective Sean Cushing finds Molly’s cheery disposition unnatural, especially when he discovers the seriousness of her injuries. When she asks for police protection, he instead offers her a job and home being a nanny to his five-year-old daughter, hoping her cheery disposition can pull his child from her dark hole of misery. Never did he expect he’d be proposing marriage within a day, but life has a way of going in odd directions when Molly Brown is involved.
Sean was on Broadway going south coming up to those crossroads. He scanned the crowded sidewalk before him but saw no one running or jogging. However, a blonde in her early twenties seemed to be getting a lot of people’s attention as she walked by.
He knew he had the right girl when he noticed people stopped after she passed and pulled out their cell phones. He slowed, following behind her, trying to fathom her game. Was she a pickpocket with a unique distraction or just an inconsiderate prankster?
A guy she passed pointed out Sean’s police car to her. He expected the young woman to run like hell at the sight of NYPD. Instead, she smiled and waved at Sean as if he were her best friend. She hobbled to his car, flapping her hands like a broken winged bird. He pulled the car to the side, made sure the doors were locked, and rolled down the passenger window two inches. He’d long ago learned to never trust the citizens of New York; no matter how benign they might appear.
Sure enough, the girl grabbed the door handle and repeatedly pulled on it. “Can you let me in? I’m being chased by a very scary man,” she said this with such cheeriness that he had no idea what to make of her claim.
She glanced up the sidewalk, in the direction she had come, and for the first time, he saw a flash of true fear in her face. She turned back to him and smiled. “If I commit a crime, will you arrest me even if you’re off-duty?”
He didn’t have time for this shit. His daughter expected him home hours ago. She’d probably fallen asleep crying again.
“Lady, go home and see a shrink.” He checked the traffic to pull back into it and would have driven off if he hadn’t noticed in his side mirror, three blocks back, a drug dealer named DTX cutting a path down the sidewalk, literally knocking people out of his way.
The brutish thug was six-eight, built like a tank, with black bushy hair, and a scar on his left cheek.
A loud thump hit the right side of his car. He refocused on the blonde, hopping on one leg in a circle.
He shoved the gearshift into park, stormed around, and stared at the dent she’d made in his door panel. “That’s it. You’re under arrest.” He opened the back door, and pushed her inside. He must have used more force than he intended, because the girl flew off the seat and fell into the floorboard.
Several of the commuters and tourists bantered about the dreaded word: ‘police brutality’. He hoped to God none had caught the incident on their cell phone because he was pretty certain it looked a lot worse than he had intended. He hadn’t meant to send her flying into the back seat, and certainly not into the narrow foot space, but that’s where she was now.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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Liza O’Connor lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small Cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels.
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