Burning Proof

“This is the start of a smart new series for retired police officer–turned–author Cantore. Interesting procedural details, multilayered characters, lots of action, and intertwined mysteries offer plenty of appeal.”

BOOKLIST
on
Drawing Fire

“Cantore’s well-drawn characters employ Christian values and spirituality to navigate them through tragedy, challenges, and loss. However, layered upon the underlying basis of faith is a riveting police-crime drama infused with ratcheting suspense and surprising plot twists.”

SHELF AWARENESS
on
Drawing Fire

“
Drawing Fire
rips into the heart of every reader. One dedicated homicide detective. One poignant cold case. One struggle for truth. . . . Or is the pursuit revenge?”

DIANN MILLS,
bestselling author of the FBI: Houston series

“This hard-edged and chilling narrative rings with authenticity. . . . Fans of police suspense fiction will be drawn in by her accurate and dramatic portrayal.”

LIBRARY JOURNAL
on
Visible Threat

“Janice Cantore provides an accurate behind-the-scenes view of law enforcement and the challenges associated with solving cases. Through well-written dialogue and effective plot twists, the reader is quickly drawn into a story that sensitively yet realistically deals with a difficult topic.”

CHRISTIAN LIBRARY JOURNAL
on
Visible Threat

“[Cantore’s] characters resonate with an authenticity not routinely found in police dramas. Her knack with words captures Jack’s despair and bitterness and skillfully documents his spiritual journey.”

ROMANTIC TIMES
on
Critical Pursuit

“Cantore is a former cop, and her experience shows in this wonderful series debut. The characters are well drawn and believable, and the suspenseful plot is thick with tension. Fans of Lynette Eason, Dee Henderson, or DiAnn Mills and readers who like crime fiction without gratuitous violence and sex will appreciate discovering a new writer.”

LIBRARY JOURNAL
on
Accused

“Cantore provides a detailed and intimate account of a homicide investigation in an enjoyable read that’s more crime than Christian.”

PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
on
Accused

“Janice Cantore’s twenty-two years as a police veteran for the Long Beach Police Department [lend] authenticity in each suspense novel she pens. If your readers like Dee Henderson, they will love Janice Cantore.”

CHRISTIAN RETAILING
on
Abducted

“[
Avenged
] offers plenty of procedural authenticity and suspense that will attract fans of Dee Henderson.”

LIBRARY JOURNAL

“Cantore . . . delivers another round of crime, intrigue, and romance in her latest title.”

JOYCE LAMB,
USA Today
on
Avenged

“Set in a busy West Coast city, the story’s twists will keep readers eagerly reading and guessing. . . . I enjoyed every chapter.
Accused
is a brisk and action-filled book with enjoyable characters and a good dose of mystery. . . . I look forward to more books in this series.”

MOLLY ANDERSON,
Christianbookpreviews.com

“
Accused
was a wonderfully paced, action-packed mystery. . . . [Carly] is clearly a competent detective, an intelligent woman, and a compassionate partner. This is definitely a series I will be revisiting.”

MIN JUNG,
freshfiction.com

“
Abducted
is a riveting suspense . . . [and] the many twists and turns keep the reader puzzled. The book is a realistic look into the lives of law enforcement officers.
Abducted
is one book I couldn’t put down. Can’t wait to see what Carly and Nick might be up to next.”

PAM,
daysongreflections.com

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Burning Proof

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Burning Proof
is a work of fiction. Where real people, events, establishments, organizations, or locales appear, they are used fictitiously. All other elements of the novel are drawn from the author’s imagination.

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Cantore, Janice, author.

  Burning proof / Janice Cantore.

    pages cm. --  (Cold case justice)

  Summary: After months of investigating the brutal homicide of a young girl, Detective Abby Hart finally has the evidence she needs. But when the arrest goes terribly wrong, Abby begins to doubt her future as a police officer. As she wrestles with conflicting emotions, old questions about the fire that took her parents’ lives come back to haunt her. “There is proof.” PI Luke Murphy can’t stop thinking about what Abby’s former partner, Asa Foster, mumbled just before he died. When he uncovers a clue to the murder of Abby’s parents and his uncle, he’s reluctant to tell Abby, despite his growing feelings for the beautiful detective. A decade-old abduction case brings Luke and Abby together, but will his secret tear them apart?

  ISBN 978-1-4143-9669-9 (sc)

  PS3603.A588B87 2016

  813'.6
 
—dc23 2015032517

ISBN 978-1-4964-1228-7 (ePub); ISBN 978-1-4143-9672-9 (Kindle); ISBN 978-1-4964-1229-4 (Apple)

I’D LIKE TO ACKNOWLEDGE
the help of Pastor Bill Gallagher, Detective Stephen Jones (ret.), and Commander Lisa Lopez; the encouragement of Don Jacobson, my agent; and the overall support of Kitty Bucholtz, Marcy Weydemuller, Cathleen Armstrong, Kathleen Wright, Wendy Lawton, and Lauraine Snelling, my writing friends, for always being there to listen to the ideas as they bounce around
 
—some good, some not so good
 
—and to always tell the truth about what is what.

And thanks to Erin Smith, my awesome editor, and all the great people at Tyndale that I am blessed to be able to work with.

Therefore the Lord waits to be gracious to you, and therefore he exalts himself to show mercy to you. For the Lord is a God of justice; blessed are all those who wait for him.

ISAIAH 30:18

“IF GEORGE SANDERS
weren’t already dead, I’d kill him.”

Kelsey Cox said nothing, knowing better than to interrupt when her boss was this angry. As if validating her silence, the tirade continued.

“He made this mess, opening his mouth when he should have stayed quiet. Feeding Detective Hart gossip that could ruin everything. He didn’t even know what he was talking about, for pete’s sake!” The last two words were punctuated by pounding the conference table.

Sanders had been a small-time criminal with a big-time mouth. He’d tried to implicate Governor Lowell Rollins in a twenty-seven-year-old triple murder. Any other cop would have seen the allegations as laughable. But since Abby Hart’s parents were among the victims, she’d taken every word seriously.

Sensing an opening to calm the situation, Kelsey spoke up. “But he is dead. There’s no way to verify anything he said. Don’t you think she’ll stop?” Kelsey sat across the conference table from her employer.

“Looking into her parents’ deaths? I doubt it. Not if she’s anything like her father.”

“But the Triple Seven case is closed. What could she possibly accomplish? There’s no proof connecting the governor to anything. Gavin
 
—”

“Gavin, like Sanders, should have kept his mouth shut. If he was going to blow his brains out, he should have done it before he said anything.”

Cox flinched. The image of Gavin Kent’s suicide outside Governor Rollins’s Long Beach residence was all too fresh in her mind’s eye. And the fact that anyone could be so callous about his death abraded her heart; she still loved him.

“Oh, don’t get your back up.” Her boss smacked the table. “If you can’t move on, I can’t use you.”

Embarrassed and angry that she let her guard down and was so transparent, Cox gritted her teeth. “I have moved on.”

Standing, she turned her back to the boss and looked out the window. The beautiful blue, early fall sky did nothing to assuage her anxiety. “What do you want me to do about Hart?”

“Keep tabs on her for now. The governor will officially declare he’s in the senate race soon. She’ll have one more chance to accept his job offer.”

Kelsey couldn’t hide the shock, jerking back around. “You want her working
here
with Lowell?”

“Of course. Keep your enemies close. But if she doesn’t take the offer . . .” A cavalier shrug. “I’ll come up with another, more permanent solution.”

Cox put a hand behind her on the windowsill to keep from sliding sideways. In another time and place the thinly veiled threat her boss made to stop Hart would not have shaken her
so. In spite of her long law enforcement career, stepping up and doing the unpleasant
 
—even the illegal
 
—for a greater good was a no-brainer. But the mention of it now rocketed her back to the day she’d watched the governor’s right-hand man, her lover, put a gun to his head and pull the trigger. She’d lost her balance that day, feeling as though the bullet had struck her as well, knocking her off a cliff, where she now hung by one hand, like a stuntman in the movies.

Unlike the movies, there was no rescuer rushing to the precipice to grab her hand and pull her up.

And every so often something would happen that made Kelsey feel like her fingers were being pulled back. Any minute now she could lose her grip completely. She hated Hart as much as her boss did
 
—even more
 
—but the woman was not a threat. There was nothing she could prove. Another murder was a risk, a finger being peeled back.

“Hart can poke around until frogs grow beards. All she’ll get is frustrated.” As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Kelsey wished she could take them back. Her boss did not take kindly to being questioned.

“Nothing, I mean nothing
 
—not Hart, not that irritating PI Murphy, and not you dragging your feet
 
—is going to get in the way of Lowell being a senator. Is that clear?”

Cox nodded, having to look away from the vicious, murderous glint in her boss’s eyes.

“Can you do the job or do I need to find someone else?”

“You can count on me,” she said as she was dismissed for the afternoon.