Cut and Run (Criminal Profiler, #3)

by Mary Burton

Homicide didn’t always mean murder, simply death at the hands of another human.

“Dr. Faith McIntyre is a little shy about awards,” PJ said. “I had to talk her into this. As far as she’s concerned, if you never knew about her volunteer efforts, she’d be fine.”

When Sierra had been stricken with ovarian cancer, everyone had been optimistic at first. But the universe had turned a deaf ear to everyone’s prayers, and days before Sierra reached her thirty-sixth birthday, cancer claimed one of the planet’s best people.

Faith sensed that under all his sleek manners and polish lurked an ulterior motive.

When she opened the door, she found herself indeed staring at a younger version of her pop. “The prodigal daughter has returned,” she said. He looked her up and down, his brown eyes wary. “Well, you sure are as white as I remember, Snowflake.” “So I am,” she said.

He thought I’d be shocked, overwhelmed, or terrified or whatever it is men think we women do when faced with a problem.

but I told him to save his voodoo treatments. I’m not dying in a damned hospital, hooked up to machines.”