The Conspiracy
By Kat Martin
Maximum Security - Book 1
Publisher: HQN
Release Date: January 22, 2019
Harper
Winston’s brother has disappeared. Pursuing his dream of sailing the Caribbean,
Michael hasn’t responded to texts or emails in days. When even the Coast Guard
can’t find him, Harper is forced to take desperate measures. Which means going
to Chase Garrett, once her brother’s best friend, now the only man she can
trust…or so she hopes.
As the successful owner of Maximum Security,
Chase has learned to trust his gut. He knows Harper’s father is mixed up in a
deadly business, and suspects there’s more to Michael’s disappearance than
meets the eye. Getting involved again with the Winstons goes against everything
he stands for, yet old loyalties die hard. As the case draws him closer to
Harper and deeper into the Winstons’ snarled crime family, he is forced to put
everything on the line to keep Harper safe…and both of them alive.
EXCERPT:
THE CONSPIRACY
Chapter One
Dallas,
Texas
She knew who he was. The only man at the
gala in a black tuxedo and shiny black alligator cowboy boots. Chase Garrett.
The man she intended to hire to help her find her missing brother.
Harper Winston had known Chase since the
day her father had thrown an obnoxiously extravagant party in honor of her
sixteenth birthday.
Chase had attended with her older brother,
Michael. She had spotted Chase in a swimsuit standing next to the pool, tall,
with a lean, hard-muscled body, whiskey-brown eyes and thick, dark blond hair.
In the sun it had gleamed like pirate’s gold.
Aside from the close-trimmed beard along a
jaw that had hardened with maturity, Chase hadn’t changed. He still had the
perfectly symmetrical features of a movie star combined with a toughness that
appealed to a legion of women.
Now that she was thirty, Chase
thirty-five, Harper still found him ridiculously attractive, though he’d never
given her more than a passing glance.
He didn’t notice her tonight, though she
wore an elegant strapless black gown that hugged her slender curves and set off
the pale blond hair she wore long and slightly turned under. She glanced over
to where he stood next to a stunning brunette, a successful lawyer in Dallas,
the typical sort of woman Chase dated. Self-made career women, professors,
bankers, stockbrokers. Not someone like her, the daughter of a wealthy Texas
businessman, a woman who had attended Sarah Lawrence along with a bevy of other
rich socialites from around the country.
It didn’t matter that she was nothing like
they were. That she hadn’t the least interest in society. Her interests lay in
the business world, in Elemental Chic, the company she had started, a line of
affordable, stylish and well-made casual clothing and accessories.
She wasn’t cut out for teaching or social
work, she had discovered during a year of volunteer work in South America, an
adventure she had undertaken mostly because her father disapproved.
Harvard Business School was where she was
meant to be, she had grudgingly conceded. As her father had insisted and was
eager to pay for—business being one of the few interests she and Knox Winston,
a self-made multimillionaire, had in common.
Unlike her father, Chase Garrett came from
big money, which he disdained, though he and his two brothers had inherited a
not-so-small fortune from Bass Garrett, Chase’s dad.
Harper lifted a champagne flute off a
passing waiter’s tray and took a sip. Chase might not notice her tonight, but
he was the reason she was there. She hadn’t seen him in years, but when she had
read in the newspaper that he would be attending the gala, she’d seized the
opportunity. She wanted to see the man he had become, the man she would be
facing tomorrow morning.
It didn’t matter what he thought of her as
a woman. She needed his professional assistance. Her brother was in trouble.
She knew it deep in her soul. Mikey had disappeared, and Chase was among the
few people she trusted to help her find him.
Chase owned Maximum Security, a firm that
specialized in private investigation, bail enforcement, personal protection,
business and residential security. She had done her homework, knew he had
offices in Phoenix and San Diego as well as here in Dallas. Chase was wildly
successful, his reputation impeccable.
No matter his opinion of her, he had once
been a close friend of her brother’s, a man Michael trusted completely. She
needed Chase’s help, and she was determined to convince him.
She
wouldn’t give up until she did.
***
Standing next to Chase, Marla Chambers,
his date for the evening, took a drink of her martini. “You don’t look like
you’re having a very good time,” she said. “Should I be insulted?”
His mouth edged up. “Sorry. I was thinking
about a case. I can’t seem to get it off my mind.”
“The missing teenage girl?”
He’d mentioned her earlier. He nodded.
“Tammy Bennett. Her parents think she’s been kidnapped. They’ve managed to
convince the police, who are in the middle of an all-out search. I think she’s
a runaway.”
“Are you working for the parents?”
“No. I just happened to hear something on
the street today. I’d like to check it out.”
She eyed him with speculation. “And you’re
wishing you were doing that now instead of being here with me.”
He hated to admit she was right. His gaze
ran over the attractive brunette he had been seeing for the past couple of
weeks. He enjoyed Marla’s company. Enjoyed her in bed. But it wasn’t serious
for either of them, and he kept thinking of the missing fourteen-year-old, a
story that had been all over the news.
“She’s just a kid. If my source is right,
she’s in very big trouble, and I might be able to find her.”
“I don’t suppose you could let the police
handle it.”
“I could. I need to check it out first,
make sure the tip is real.”
Marla shook her head, went up on her toes
and kissed his cheek. “Then you’d better go.”
“What about you? You don’t look like
you’re ready to leave.”
“I’m a big girl. I’ll stay awhile longer,
catch a cab when it’s time to go home.”
Chase set his scotch down on one of the
linen-draped tables. “Thanks, Marla. I appreciate this.”
“Call me tomorrow. Let me know what
happens.”
“If I’m right, you’ll see it on the news.”
Chase left Marla chatting with a friend and headed for the door. As he made his
way through the throng of elegantly dressed men and women, an attractive blonde
caught his eye. Tall, with a slender
figure, porcelain skin, and big blue eyes. She looked familiar.
As the puzzle pieces slid together, he
recognized her, Harper Winston, the younger sister of his best friend in
college. As a teenager, Harper had been pretty. Looking at her tonight, seeing
her for the first time in years, he realized she had grown into a beautiful
woman.
Unfortunately, she was a Winston. Her
father, Knox Winston, was one of his least favorite people. Ruthless in
business, his crooked dealings had made him a very wealthy man. But worse than
his shady business enterprises was the mental abuse he’d heaped on his son that
had put Michael on a downward spiral into drugs. And effectively destroyed his
friendship with Chase.
Chase had steered clear of the Winstons
ever since. He remembered hearing Harper had moved to Houston some years back.
After that, he’d lost track of her and Michael, and he intended to keep it that
way.
Though he had to admit as he took in
Harper’s sleek curves and shiny silver-blond hair, he wouldn’t mind taking her
to bed.
Even if the lady was of a similar mind,
renewing his connection with the Winstons was the last thing he wanted.
Besides, as he thought back on it, Harper had a reputation for being as cool
and remote as she looked.
On his way out the door, he passed her.
For an instant, her gorgeous blue eyes slid over him, and Chase felt a jolt of
heat he hadn’t expected. He wouldn’t pursue it. Sleeping with Harper Winston,
no matter how good it might be, just wasn’t worth it.
His thoughts returned to the task ahead,
and Chase headed for the valet stand, a harsh October wind whipping against him
on the way. He needed to get home and change. He couldn’t go to the Double Eagle
dressed in a tuxedo—the bar was in Old East Dallas, one of the meanest sections
of the city.
Earlier that day as a favor to Jason
Maddox, a bail enforcement agent in his office who was looking for a skip, he
had contacted one of his sources. During the conversation, his informant had
mentioned the missing girl. Bennie had figured the tip was worth money, and if
it turned into anything, Chase would gladly pay him.
It didn’t take long to reach the high-rise
building on Pearl Street where he lived. He parked his silver Mercedes in the
garage next to the brown Dodge Ram pickup he used for work.
Taking the elevator up to the seventeenth
floor, he stepped into the entry and crossed the high-ceiling living room. An
oversize sofa in a nubby cream fabric, dark brown throw pillows and lots of
dark wood gave the condo a masculine tone that suited him. Stylized
contemporary Western art hung on the walls.
With thirty-five hundred square feet of
space, a spectacular view of the city, and a big terrace that opened off the
living room and master bedroom, the condo was expensive and worth every dime.
Changing out of the tux, he pulled on a
pair of worn jeans, a frayed blue denim shirt and a pair of scuffed cowboy
boots. He retrieved the little .380 he carried when he wanted a weapon he could
easily conceal, clipped the holster onto his belt behind his back and pulled
his shirttail down over it.
It didn’t take long to reach the bar. The
Dodge was ten years old, a few dents here and there, the paint a little faded,
which helped it blend in. But the tires were new, and under the hood, the
rebuilt engine ran like a scalded dog. He parked it on the street half a block
from the bar and hoped the truck wouldn’t get jacked.
Looking at the trash on the sidewalk,
broken beer bottles, used hypodermic needles, and drunks asleep in the gutter,
part of him hoped his information was wrong and the girl wasn’t there.
The other half hoped like hell she was.
If
he got lucky, maybe he could get her out of there.
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While Chase Garrett is a successful businessman comfortable in a dashing tux and his silver Mercedes, he's also a rugged Texan, equally at home in worn denim and a pickup truck. Which do you prefer in a hero? Or, like me, do you enjoy a blend of both worlds?
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