Above the Law

Above the Law, A Billy Jo McCabe Mystery

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Editor: Talia Leduc

Contents

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A New Crossover Series!

About this Book

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

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A New Crossover Series!

The Billy Jo McCabe Mystery

Nothing As It Seems

Hiding in Plain Sight

The Cold Case

The Trap

Above the Law

The Stranger at the Door

The Children

The Last Stand

The Charity

The Sacrifice

A Billy Jo McCabe Mystery Box Set: Books 1 - 3

A Billy Jo McCabe Mystery Box Set: Books 4 - 6

A Billy Jo McCabe Mystery box Set: Books 7 - 9

The social worker and the cop, an unlikely couple drawn together on a small, secluded Pacific Northwest island where nothing is as it seems. Protecting the innocent comes at a cost, and what seems to be a sleepy, quiet town is anything but.

The Social Worker

Billy Jo McCabe wants only to help children overcome their troubled lives, as she herself struggles to forget the childhood nightmare she survived. She took sociology and prelaw at the insistence of her adoptive father, Chase McCabe, and learned how to use power tools from her adoptive mother, Rose. She loves reading in the backs of bookstores before tucking the book back on the shelf and slipping out without paying. She has a fondness for peanut butter and dill pickle sandwiches, has a three-legged cat named Harley, hates running (because that was all she did as a kid), and secretly binges on brownies and red wine on the sofa in front of her TV every Friday night.

She’s never been married and has dated only twice. She visits Chase and Rose when summoned and shows up dutifully for every holiday with her family, but she has no siblings to speak of, and she feels a growing resentment for the mother who abandoned her in foster care. Despite proudly maintaining the same prickly attitude that nearly landed her behind bars as a kid, she has yet to speak up to Chase, who interferes in her life too frequently, ready to fix every problem, whether she wants him to or not.

One thing no one knows about Billy Jo is that she moved to Roche Harbor because it’s the only clue she has about the last known whereabouts of the woman who abandoned her.

The Cop

Mark Friessen, son of Jed and Diana Friessen, has landed accidently in the role of small-town detective, a position in which he’s going nowhere. Nearly married once, and broken-hearted three times, he’s sworn he’ll stay single forever, and he keeps his tattoo of a former girlfriend as a reminder that only fools fall in love. He’s tall, attractive, and stubborn, and he refuses to live in the shadow of his two older brothers, Chris and Danny.

As Roche Harbor’s youngest detective, he sleeps with a gun under his pillow. He has a stray dog that won’t leave, and he swears that the only two food groups that exist are meat and potatoes. His favorite drink is black coffee in the morning, sugared coffee in the afternoon, and a shot of whiskey in his coffee at night to keep him warm.

***Each book in this series is a complete book, with no cliff-hangers, and can be read as a standalone. However, these books may contain references to situations from earlier books in the series. As with any long book series that focuses on specific characters, their changing relationships, and how their lives continue to unfold, you may find it more enjoyable to read the series in order of publishing, as there will be developments and changes in the relationship dynamics of the core characters.

About this Book

When Justice Protects the Guilty...

The law is meant to shield the innocent—but what happens when the chief of police is hiding a dark secret of his own?

Social worker Billy Jo McCabe is approached by an anonymous woman with a disturbing claim: an unspeakable crime is being concealed by none other than Police Chief Tolly Shephard, and the victim is his own niece, Cheyenne Potter. Billy Jo turns to Detective Mark Friessen, but without a clear victim, he’s torn—until they start uncovering unsettling clues that suggest Tolly has been covering up far more than anyone realized.

As they dig deeper into Tolly’s web of secrets, they soon find themselves up against people who manipulate the law for their own gain. Every answer uncovers another chilling question, and Mark and Billy Jo must tread carefully. In this high-stakes game, crossing the wrong line could lead them into a battle they’re not sure they can win. 

From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Lorhainne Eckhart, *Above the Law* is a gripping mystery where the lines between justice and corruption blur—and not everyone makes it out unscathed.

Chapter One

You ready to go? Mark called out the minute he stepped into her place.

No Hi. No How are you? It was always Hurry up, already.

Billy Jo stared at the makeup she’d been about to put on, then tossed it back in her makeup bag, untouched. What had she been thinking, forking over her hard-earned cash on a whim for something she never wore?

Seriously, Billy Jo, what are you doing? she said to her reflection in the mirror as she flicked her hands through her plain and boring shoulder-length brown hair, noting the freckles that dotted her nose.

She’d never be the supermodel type. So, again, why was she doing this?

Hey, didn’t you hear me? What are you doing in here? Mark said as he strolled in.

She stared up at the tall, rugged, arrogant cowboy. His new jean jacket didn’t quite match his faded blue jeans, and his wavy red hair was short and appeared freshly cut. The way he talked to her, it was always as if he didn’t have a clue what she was thinking. He rested his hand on the doorframe and took in her small bathroom.

I’m doing what a girl does: getting ready, she said. You said dinner at that new Mexican place. You made a reservation?

He stepped back from the doorway, dragging his gaze down, taking in her new sleeveless black blouse and dressy capris, a gift from her mom. He had her feeling both uncomfortable and awkward.

What? She knew it came out quite sharply.

There was the pull of his lips, the smile that wasn’t really a smile but rather a sign of his amusement at her expense. Maybe that was why she could feel the frown knitting her brow.

Didn’t say anything, he said. And no, didn’t get around to making a reservation. We don’t need it.

She wondered at times what it was about him that had her wanting to pull her hair out. It’s new and it’s busy. We need a reservation or it’s going to be fish tacos at the stand again—and I’d rather not, if it’s all the same to you.

He only angled his head, those blue eyes flickering, too good to look at. She knew he would rather argue than just go along with what he was supposed to do. But that seemed to be who they were and how this thing, whatever this was between them, worked.

You worry too much, he said.

At the jab, she felt her hands fisting at her sides. And you seem to think we can just walk right in there and…what, we’ll be given a table?

He flicked his jacket back as if trying to make a point, resting his hand right beside his badge, tucked into the waistband of his jeans. He said nothing.

You seriously think you can just show your badge and they’ll bump us right to the front of the line? she said.

He made a rude noise, one she’d heard from him too many times when she just didn’t go along with his way of thinking. You make it sound like a bad thing. Everyone knows who I am…

She could tell exactly what he’d been thinking by the way he trailed off. And you don’t think there’s anything wrong with that? Walking right in, past all the people who actually thought ahead to make reservations, past anyone else waiting their turn on the list? You seriously think that just because you’re a cop here, you get priority? She flicked off the light in the bathroom and stepped out.

He suddenly seemed at a loss for words. Now, wait a second. That wasn’t what I meant.

She angled her head. He stepped back, and she walked around him to the island, where her cell phone was plugged in and charging. She took a second to check that it was in the green, at one hundred percent. As she looked over, she thought he dropped an F-bomb under his breath before pulling his cell phone from his pocket and dialing.

Yeah, this is Detective Mark Friessen. This is probably short notice, but do you have a table available for dinner for two? I was planning on coming now and just showing up, but it was pointed out to me that you’re likely busy, and…

She could hear someone talking on the other end.

Uh-huh, was all Mark said. As he flicked his gaze over to her, his blue eyes seemed to simmer with something. Sounds great. We’re on our way, he said, then hung up and tucked his phone in his pocket.

She stared at what seemed to be smugness in his expression.

Apparently there’s always a table available for me, he said. Then he shrugged. I called like you said. You should be happy now. He gestured as if she’d made a big deal out of nothing.

Yet you just couldn’t help yourself from using your detective title before asking for a table, she said. Mark, it’s the same as if you’d walked in there and flashed your badge. Ever heard of abuse of authority? There shouldn’t always be a table for you. That is very much someone giving you something for a favor. She tucked her phone in her bag.

He narrowed his gaze. I am the last person to use my position to get something. Seriously, I don’t work that way. I can’t be bought and don’t give out special favors. You’re making it sound as if I’m taking a kickback or something. I pay my own way. I don’t take gifts or bribes.

She pulled her arms over her chest, taking in how defensive he suddenly sounded. I hate to tell you this, but a table in a crowded restaurant is a kickback, whatever you want to call it, if you got it using your position in the community.

Do you want me to cancel? Is that what this is?

She realized in that second that he didn’t get it. He stared at her with what she thought was the usual frustration that happened in their discussions, where she had one idea and he seemed to pull counterarguments from his ass.

No, I’m hungry, she said. Let’s go.

He stood there for a second as if he didn’t believe her. There’s a test in here, right?

She didn’t smile. She didn’t say anything. She simply took in her three-legged cat, Harley, as he hopped up onto the sofa. Mark looked down at her with the same kind of apprehension with which he might have looked at a ticking timebomb.

Don’t look so worried, she finally said. Let’s go. But hear me on this: If we get there and there’s a crowd waiting, and, sure enough, they’ve bumped you to the front of the line because of your phone call, you say no to the table and ask them to put us in the queue, where we should have been to begin with.

He lifted his hands as if surrendering. Fine. Point made, he said, then gestured to the door.

Billy Jo had to remind herself that it wasn’t healthy to enjoy this butting of heads that seemed to come naturally between her and Mark.

Chapter Two

The sun was going down. Mark took in his watch, noting that it was approaching eight thirty. He had to remind