Behind the Lies (A Montgomery Justice Novel)

BOOK: Behind the Lies (A Montgomery Justice Novel)
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The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

Copyright © 2013 Robin L. Perini

All rights reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher.

Published by Montlake Romance
P.O. Box 400818
Las Vegas, NV 89140

ISBN-13: 9781611098853
ISBN-10: 1611098858

In loving memory of my wonderful great-aunt, Lillian Bailey, the original storyteller. For special moments filled with spicy tacos, a warm feather bed, and fairy tale after fairy tale. Though I lost you too soon, your generous and beautiful heart gifted me with the love of story and the belief I could tell one. I love you, Aunt Daddee. Each word in my stories is laced with your inspiration.

Contents

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Epilogue

Acknowledgments

About the Author

 

Prologue

The last time Sergeant Patrick Montgomery had seen his third-oldest son, Zach had been on the cover of a tabloid cavorting with five naked women.

Every twenty-seven-year-old male’s fantasy, perhaps, but between those pictures and the rumors of wild parties, alcohol, and God knew what else, even Zach’s brothers had voiced concern, not envy. Last night they’d finally revealed the location of Zach’s favorite blues bar to Patrick. A sure sign they were troubled by the daredevil brother who had scaled the imaginary mountain peak of Hollywood and now dangled on a zip line over a crevice of jagged temptation. If the rope frayed any more…no one could save him.

Patrick’s steps thudded across the cracked concrete in the war zone in downtown Denver. His hand settled over the Kimber 1911 tucked in his pants. He’d walked this beat as a street cop plenty of times, but unease tightened his trigger finger.

Could it be the sense someone was watching? Or could it be his wife’s strong grip on his arm just before he’d left home? Even though Anna had spent countless nights in silent tears over the troubling tabloid articles, she hadn’t wanted Patrick to go out tonight. One of her infamous
feelings
.

She was never wrong, damn the woman.

The streetlamp above him flickered, its fading light reflecting off the tequila in the liquor store in a glimmer of enticement. Sirens squealed down the block. The smell of old booze and urine permeated his nostrils.

A small grunt sounded from a darkened alley to his right. Patrick didn’t hesitate. He clasped his weapon and whirled around, ignoring the twinge in his hip where a twenty-two-year-old bullet was still lodged.

“I’ve got the time, sugar. I could rock your world.”

A hooker. Patrick’s hand released the gun as he made out the crow’s-feet around her eyes, the desperation in her gaze. A woman trying to look a decade younger than she was, and not succeeding.

She hitched her spandex-covered hip and did her best to smile. “You’re a handsome guy. I’ll do you for half price. Tonight only.”

Patrick raised his left hand and tilted the gold band at her. “Sorry, honey. I’m taken.”

“Most of my customers are,” she muttered with a drawn-out sigh. “Suit yourself.” She lifted her chin, stuck out her chest, and strutted on four-inch heels to the sidewalk’s edge with a fake smile and clenched fists.

He could’ve pulled his badge and run her in, but what would be the point?

“There’s a shelter down the block,” he called out as a Lincoln pulled up next to her.

She flipped him a third-finger salute and slid into the vehicle. The luxury car sloshed through a puddle, spraying oil-laced water on Patrick’s boots, then passed by. She stared out the window at him, her expression sad and haunted.

Nothing he could do. She’d made her choice.

Just like Zach. His son had come to town for his latest B-movie publicity junket. He hadn’t taken the time to see the family—whether he was embarrassed or just didn’t care, Patrick didn’t know. He feared he may have waited too long for this conversation.

His son had run away. From home, from his family, from his faith, from his soul. Only one thing to do when a black sheep lost its way—and it wasn’t throwing a welcome-home party.

Call it an intervention, call it a kick in the pants.

Which was why he was heading toward a bar he had no business being near instead of cuddling with his wife in front of a roaring fire, enjoying a shot of whisky, and maybe even getting lucky. Not that Anna would have needed much persuading. Even after nearly thirty years of marriage, his blood ran hot for his wife whenever he saw her pretty ginger hair and piercing green eyes. She felt the same. His heart warmed at the certainty. They’d had their rough patches over the years, but these days…no man could ask for a better life. A fulfilling job as a cop, the love of a woman, and six strong sons.

Most of whom were on the right track.

Patrick crossed the street and settled in just outside a small convenience store. Zach would show up at the blues bar eventually. From what Patrick had seen in the tabloids, his wayward son couldn’t resist booze, smoke, and sex.

“Hey, Pops. You Sergeant Montgomery?”

Patrick turned and studied the teen who stood in an open stance at the corner of the building. A large birthmark stained his face. Thatch of black hair. Tattoo on his arm. A pretender’s Special Forces tattoo. Nothing like the one Patrick had had removed. He labeled him quickly. Punk.

Make that…scared punk.

The kid’s hands shook.

He held a gun.

Patrick grabbed for his 1911.

A hot blast from behind pelted his back. Where the hell had that come from? He sank to his knees. The .45 caliber slipped from his hand.

His head dropped and he stared down at his front. Blood pooled over his chest, soaking his shirt.

The kid ran, but he’d been a distraction. Who…?

Patrick keeled over on his side, his forehead slapping the concrete sidewalk. The sounds of the city muted. He couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe.

He tilted his head and blinked. White spots circled his vision.

A cold but familiar face stared down at him, a gun in hand. He’d seen the man once. That last confrontation. Damn it. He hadn’t believed they’d go this far.

“Why?” Patrick whispered.

“You know too much.”

The figure melted away.

Far-off screams barely penetrated his mind. His phone rang. He couldn’t pick up. His body tingled, then went strangely numb. And he knew.

“Aww, Anna. I’m sorry, my darling.”

Each breath turned into a struggle. A gurgling bubbled in his chest.

“Dad?” His prodigal son’s voice shouted from the darkness.

Strong hands grabbed him. “Oh, God, Dad. Someone call an ambulance!”

“Zach,” he whispered, struggling to form the word.

“What are you doing here?” Zach choked.

Patrick’s strength poured from his chest, but he rallied his heart and forced his eyes open. His boy stared down, in that moment looking so much like Anna. Her hair, the shape of her eyes. He looked up into his son’s face.

Tears streamed down Zach’s cheeks. Bloodshot eyes laced with fear…and regret. He cradled Patrick close, but Patrick could no longer feel his son’s touch.

“Hold on, Dad. Please.”

It was too late.

“Tell…Mom. Love her,” he gasped. A gray cloud closed in on him, washing out life’s color.

“Don’t do this, Dad.” Zach clutched him, rocking him back and forth. “Please. Caleb said you were looking for me. God, I’m sorry. I’ll make this right. Somehow.”

“Robbery,” a voice shouted from nearby. “We got him.”

Patrick clutched Zach’s neck.

“Lies.”

Patrick wanted to say more. To tell his son the truth. So many secrets. Too many secrets. They’d killed him.

His eyes fluttered closed. He wanted air. Needed air. He tried to breathe. Something huge and horrible clamped down on his chest.

He panted. He tried to speak.

Then an odd warmth flowed through him. The pain twisting his insides vanished. He wished he could tell Zach it would be all right. He didn’t want to leave his family, but he had faith. In his family, in his wife, in his children.

They would be OK.

He and Anna had done their job.

And Zach. Zach
would
find his way.

 

Chapter One

Five Years Later—Istanbul, Turkey

H
IS WORLD WAS
no more than a façade.

Zach Montgomery strolled across the intricate parquet floor of the Dolmabahce Palace. The Ottomans certainly knew their opulence. Gold ornamented the nearly forty-foot-high walls and molding on either side of him. The crystals of the gargantuan chandelier winked as if knowing all of his secrets as he passed under the baroque dome.

A sea of well-groomed, preening penguins milled around him. They were the beautiful people, too perfect to be real.

Zach tugged at his bow tie. The supposed Armani tuxedo did look damn good. Of course, like his surroundings—like Zach himself—nothing was as it appeared.

“Action,” the director shouted.

Zach picked his way through the crowd, focused on every blocked step, every movement. The timing had to be perfect. A glimmer of metal shimmered to his right. His muscles tightened like a puppet string pulled taut.

A gun’s barrel pointed directly at him.

With a quick shift on his right leg, he twisted his body and shoved his sleek, blonde costar to the floor. He covered Anastasia
and tugged the fake Sig Sauer from his waistband, the gun’s weight perfectly balanced in his hand.

Two quick shots and the movie’s villain smashed into the champagne fountain. Blood pooled on his white tuxedo shirt. Under his weight, the huge gold structure crashed over, its sparkling liquid turning into a waterfall.

Screams ripped through the elegant mansion. The flock of extras dove toward the exits, sloshing through the amber liquid, avoiding the predator.

Zach tucked Anastasia to his side and maneuvered through the panicked throng. A dark-headed man grabbed at her with a scowl. Zach didn’t hesitate. He shoved his elbow into the guy’s nose. Synthetic blood spurted. Howling, he fell away.

Zach grabbed Anastasia and slid under a silk-covered table, with her nestled against him. He jumped to his feet, reached one of the prefabricated panels that protected the palace walls from the movie’s more destructive special effects, and shoved it open, ducking them inside.

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