Justifiable Means (Sun Coast Chronicles Series #2)

by Terri Blackstock

Overview

A violent criminal with a knack for evading justice. A beautiful victim with a secret to hide. Between them stands one good cop, torn between justice and the law. This rape case is an exception: The victim is more than willing to testify. And there’s abundant evidence to put the suspect behind bars. Just one thing bothers Detective Larry Millsaps. Young and beautiful Melissa Nelson seems to know almost too much about the evidence needed to convict her attacker. The unfolding investigation unearths a brutal track record on the part of the suspect . . . and a stunning revelation of Melissa’s own haunting past that could do far worse than destroy her credibility. Caught in a deadly conflict between the ironies of the law and the demands of his Christian convictions, Millsaps finds himself protecting Melissa from a psychopathic stalker’s lethal game of cat-and-mouse . . . even as evidence collects that could send to prison not an inhuman criminal, but the woman Millsaps has come to love. Justifiable Means is the second book in the Sun Coast Chronicles by award-winning author Terri Blackstock. From absorbing legal drama to lightning-paced action, the Sun Coast Chronicles offers suspense at its finest, tempered with remarkable realism and penetrating insights into the human heart. Look for Evidence of Mercy, Presumption of Guilt, and Ulterior Motives at your favorite bookstore.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9780310200161
Publisher:	Zondervan
Publication date:	06/01/1996
Series:	Steven Garneau #02 , #2
Pages:	320
Product dimensions:	5.50(w) x 8.44(h) x 0.88(d)
Age Range:	18 Years

About the Author

Terri Blackstock has sold over seven million books worldwide and is a New York Times best-selling author. She is the award-winning author of Intervention, Vicious Cycle, and Downfall, as well as such series as Cape Refuge, Newpointe 911, the SunCoast Chronicles, and the Restoration Series. Visit her website at www.terriblackstock.com Facebook: tblackstock Twitter: @terriblackstock

Read an Excerpt

CHAPTER ONE
The lights from the squad cars were still flashing in the night, illuminating the modest apartment building in alternate shades of blue and black. Larry Millsaps pulled his unmarked Chevy to the curb and glanced at his partner. 'So much for having a night off.'
Tony Danks nodded bleakly as he scanned the crowd forming on the sidewalk. Officers were already questioning some of the neighbors, and other uniformed cops came and went through the building's front door. 'This hasn't happened in how long?'
Larry grabbed his windbreaker from the backseat and pulled it on over the 9 mm he had holstered under his arm. 'Almost a year since the last one.'
They got out of the car and pushed through the crowd, not bothering to flash their badges since all of the cops in the small St. Clair Police Department knew the two detectives by sight. They made their way through the crowd into the building. 'One a year is too many for me,' Larry said. He'd been plagued by the trauma on the young girl's face the last time. There was a look that rape victims wore, a waiflike, haunted look that spoke of violation and soul-deep despair. This one probably would be no different, and he started up the stairs reluctantly, past the other tenants who were watching the open door of the apartment with fascination and dread, waiting for bits and pieces of the drama to be revealed.
There were four cops inside the apartment, two with cameras and one with a camcorder, recording the crime scene just as they'd found it. Lamps were broken, tables overturned, glass shattered.
Larry spotted the victim then, sitting alone on a chair in a corner, cocooned in a blanket, her blonde hair wet and stringing in her face and around her shoulders, her pale blue eyes raw and swollen from crying. One of the cops handed him a clipboard with her report on it, then turned his back to her and, in a quiet voice, said, 'She showered before she called.'
'Figures,' Tony whispered.
Larry looked back at the young woman and felt that familiar, unwelcome stirring of frustration and compassion as she glanced hopefully up at him with big, blue, tearful eyes, as if he might offer her some comfort, some hope, some something. Her showering would definitely make it tougher to get the evidence they needed, but Larry couldn't say he blamed her. She had been defiled, desecrated, dehumanized, and he couldn't imagine any victim of such abuse not wanting to wash the filth away.
'Is she hurt?' he asked.
The uniformed cop nodded. 'He had a knife. She has a pretty deep cut on her leg. The ambulance should be here soon.'
Larry stepped over the broken glass, the lamp shades on their sides, and skirted around the overturned table until he stood in front of the woman. 'Hi, I'm Detective Millsaps.' He glanced over his shoulder and saw that Tony was right behind him. 'This is my partner, Detective Danks. Are you all right?'
She swallowed hard and whispered, 'Yes.'
Stooping down to get eye level with her, Larry glanced down at the report the other officer had handed him. 'Your name is Melissa Nelson? May I call you Melissa?'
'Yes,' she said again.
'Good,' he said in a don't-spook-the-victim voice. 'And you can call me Larry. He's Tony.' He scanned the information the first cop to the scene had compiled, and saw that she was twenty-three years old. He looked into her face again. 'Melissa, I know that you've already given your statement, but would you mind telling it one more time? Tony and I will be the ones trying to find the man who did this to you. We really need to hear it firsthand.'
A stark, determined look filled her reddened eyes. 'Yes. I'll tell it over and over until they catch him,' she said through clenched teeth. 'I don't care how many times I have to tell it.'
'Good. First, could you start with a description of him?'
'I can do better than that,' she said, smearing her tears away with a trembling hand. 'I can give you his name.'
'You know him?' Tony asked, sitting down on an ottoman near her chair.
'Yes. I work with him. His name is Edward Soames, and he lives in some apartments on Fresco Street on the north side of town.'
Larry jotted down the street. 'Have you given this information to anyone else?'
'Yes,' she said. 'The first officer I talked to is calling it in.' A sob broke her voice, and she gave in to it, then tried to recover. 'He probably thought I wouldn't tell anybody, that I'd be too ashamed. That I'd just sit here and deal with it.'
Tony took his notepad out of his coat pocket and clicked his pen. 'Was this someone you were dating?'
She shot him a disgusted look. 'Of course not. I was just sitting here watching television, and he knocked on the door. When I opened it, he pushed his way in. He grabbed me, and I started fighting him with everything I had but it didn't stop him'
'I understand he had a weapon?' Larry asked.
'Yes,' she said. 'A knife. A switchblade, I think.' She opened her blanket, revealing the shorts and T-shirt she wore, and lifted the bloody towel she'd been pressing on her leg. 'I thought he was going to kill me.'
Larry winced at the sight of the cut. 'That's deep. You're going to need stitches. The ambulance should be here soon.'
'It just all happened so fast,' she went on. 'And then he was gone and I didn't know what to do. I was so disgusted, so repulsed I didn't think about the evidence. I just wanted to wash it all away but it's not going to go away '
She was trembling, and Larry feared she was going into shock from loss of blood. He made her press the towel back over the wound. Outside, sirens sounded. He hoped it was the ambulance.

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Editorial Reviews

When detective Larry Millsaps is called in to investigate a rape, he finds enough evidence to convince him that he has an open-and-shut case. He soon discovers, however, that rape victim Melissa Nelson may have planted the evidence in a vengeful plot to convict the rapist, who killed her sister. Although Millsaps cannot condone what Melissa has done, neither can he avoid emotional entanglement with her. Former ABA romance writer Blackstock (Cornerstone, Zondervan, 1995) spins a suspenseful tale of God's mercy and love. Recommended for most libraries.

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