{"product_id":"family-lies-isbn-9780593817209","title":"Family Lies","description":"\u003cb\u003eThe fourth nerve-shattering installment of the San Diego Case Files from \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author Karen Rose sees Kit McKittrick’s sister caught in a maelstrom of deadly family secrets.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs an infant, Kit McKittrick’s foster sister Akiko was abandoned at a firehouse. Now 32, Akiko has received an unsettling phone call from a woman who says that she knew her birth mother but refuses to divulge any details except in person. Akiko is nervous but also thrilled at the prospect of finally learning about her blood relations.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKit has a bad feeling about this and insists on accompanying Akiko to meet the woman. Sure enough, as they stand on Mary Sherman’s doorstep, shots are fired and Kit is hit...and inside the house is a corpse: Mary Sherman herself.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAlthough she’s on medical leave and forbidden to work the case, Kit cannot rest. With police psychologist Sam Reeves, she undertakes a covert investigation into the mysterious Mary Sherman. Was \u003ci\u003eshe\u003c\/i\u003e Akiko’s birth mother? Why did she reach out after all these years? And who had a motive to kill her?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs more bodies pile up, Kit starts to put together the pieces of the frightening puzzle that is Akiko’s birth family, and she’ll come to wonder whether some secrets should stay buried after all.\u003cb\u003eKaren Rose\u003c\/b\u003e is the \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of more than thirty novels, including the bestselling New Orleans, Sacramento, Baltimore, and Cincinnati series. She has been translated into twenty-three languages, and her books have placed on the \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e, the \u003ci\u003eSunday Times\u003c\/i\u003e (UK), and Germany’s \u003ci\u003eder Spiegel\u003c\/i\u003e bestseller lists.Chapter One\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLa Jolla, San Diego, California\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSaturday, January 28, 4:30 p.m.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePresent day\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePolice psychologist Sam Reeves wasn't certain about what they were about to do, but he believed in homicide detective Kit McKittrick and she was certain.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSo . . . here they were, knocking at the front door of a woman who'd claimed to know about Akiko McKittrick's mother. It was an intriguing mystery, to be sure.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSam glanced at Akiko, who was biting her lip. \"You okay?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThey were supposed to have met Mary Sherman at a diner about two blocks away, but the woman hadn't shown up. Kit had, however, traced Mrs. Sherman's initial phone call to Akiko and now knew nearly everything about her, including the woman's home address.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKit insisted she hadn't broken any rules to get the information, that the woman's phone number had been easily traced on the internet. Sam had checked that out for himself and it was true. Whoever Mary Sherman was, either she was not adept at covering her tracks or she had nothing to hide.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe was forty-six years old and of Japanese descent, as was Akiko, so that part worked. Mary had been married to Leo Sherman for twenty-four years and was the mother of twenty-two-year-old fraternal twins-two daughters. Both were seniors at San Diego State-one was majoring in accounting as their mother had, and the other was a pre-med student, following in their father's footsteps. Leo Sherman was a cardiologist, and Mary had her own accounting firm.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSam had acquired all this information in about fifteen minutes of online searching. They seemed to be an ordinary family.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAkiko probably would have been fine meeting Mary Sherman on her own, but Kit's spider-senses were telling her to accompany her sister. Kit almost always listened to her gut, for which Sam was grateful. Her intuition had saved her life several times.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSam was along to pay attention to what Mary shared, as Kit wasn't sure if she could do that and support Akiko at the same time.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSam was just happy to assist. He loved helping Kit, largely because she rarely asked for anyone's help. That she trusted him gave him hope that they did, indeed, have a future together.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe wanted a future with Kit more than he'd ever wanted anything. But he knew her well enough by now to know not to rush her. She'd get there in her own time. He could wait. She was worth it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I don't know if I'm okay or not,\" Akiko murmured as the three of them gathered on the woman's front porch. \"If she got cold feet, maybe I need to respect that.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNormally confident, Akiko had been uncertain about meeting this woman ever since Mary Sherman had first made contact. But, above all else, she wanted to learn more about the mother who'd left her at a firehouse thirty-two years before.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKit arched a blond brow. \"We can turn around right now.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAkiko winced. \"But you took today off just for this. Just for me.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKit smiled at her sister and the sight warmed Sam's heart. Kit wasn't overly demonstrative, but she loved her family fiercely. It was one of the many things Sam found so appealing about the homicide detective who'd stolen his heart nearly a year ago.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I'd take off a million days just for you,\" Kit said, stroking her hand down Akiko's long black hair. \"If you want to set up another meet for a later date, I'll be there for you.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Thank you, but I've come this far. I might as well see it through while I have you two. I really need to settle this so that I can get back to work.\" Akiko ran a charter fishing boat business. She took anglers out to do deep-sea fishing off San Diego's coast, but her nerves over Mary Sherman's call-amplified by Kit's gut telling them that something wasn't quite right-had kept her from taking her boat out. She'd canceled a few charters in the weeks since receiving that call. She met Sam's gaze. \"I'm okay.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe didn't really believe her, but he nodded anyway. \"Then let's knock.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKit did so and the three of them stood for a moment, waiting. But no one came to the door. Kit leaned in to put her ear to the door.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Noth-\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHer words were cut off by the crack of gunfire.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSam stared for a moment at the bullet hole in the door, just inches from where Kit's head had been only moments before. Then his brain kicked in and he yanked both Kit and Akiko down, but there was no cover. There was no porch railing and only a small overhang.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThey were sitting ducks.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnother shot was fired and Kit made a muted noise of pain.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Kit!\" Akiko screamed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"It's not bad,\" Kit said with a grimace. \"Just a graze. We need to get out of here.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSam moved to cover Kit's body with his own, looking around for a better place to hide. It would take them too long to get to their car.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eInside, he thought. We go inside.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe lurched to his feet, prepared to use his shoulder to bust through the door. Which is gonna hurt. But that didn't matter.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSomeone was shooting at Kit.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFrom the corner of his eye, he saw Akiko cover Kit with her body, her hand fumbling at the left sleeve of Kit's blazer, which was already dark with blood.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNo more shots were fired, but that didn't mean they were safe.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSam put one hand on the doorknob and braced himself for the pain of shoving open the door. But the doorknob turned and he fell into the house.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt was dark. Too dark for this time of day. And too quiet.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd none of that mattered right now.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Move,\" he barked, taking care not to touch Kit's left arm as he scooped her up and entered Mary Sherman's home. Akiko followed and closed the door behind them, visibly trembling.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Kit?\" she asked.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I'm fine,\" Kit bit out. \"Just a graze.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Liar,\" Sam said mildly, even though his heart was pounding with fear and adrenaline. \"Let me look. Akiko, call 911.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat Kit didn't argue about calling 911 told him that it was far more painful-and potentially far more serious-than she was admitting.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCarefully he removed her blazer, leaning up to hit the light switch so that he could better see. But no lights came on.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe power was off, which explained why it was so dark and quiet. No appliances hummed and the living room drapes shut out the waning afternoon sun.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAkiko put her phone on speaker so that she could shine her cell's flashlight on Kit's arm.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Thanks,\" Sam said, listening to the 911 operator assure Akiko that help was on the way as he examined Kit's arm as gently as he was able. \"It appears to be a through-and-through. Entry and exit wounds.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Listen to you,\" Kit said with forced lightness. \"Sounding like a cop.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSam pushed a lock of hair off her cheek. \"I've been hanging out with the best. The bleeding has already slowed down. I'm going to try to find Mary Sherman and see if she's got any bandages. You two stay here.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKit gripped his jacket sleeve. \"Stay here with us. Someone has been in this house. Power's off and it's on in the other houses on the street. I could see lights.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSo had Sam. \"I need to find bandages to dress this wound.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"You said the bleeding had slowed. Stay here. Please. I don't know where the shooter is. I can defend us here.\" Kit drew her service weapon from the hip holster he'd rarely seen her without.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Kit,\" Sam protested. \"Let me have that.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe shook her head. \"Right-handed, so I'm okay to shoot if necessary. Just . . . stay down. Please, Sam.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSam sighed. It was pointless to argue with her when she got that stubborn look on her face. \"Fine.\" But he twisted on his heels to take in the rest of the room, the flashlight from his phone illuminating a very normal-looking living room.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSomeone was planning a trip to Germany, based on the two travel books and one German-English dictionary on the coffee table. Someone wore size thirteen shoes. And someone-\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe sucked in a breath. \"Oh shit.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"What?\" Kit demanded.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"What?\" Akiko echoed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"What's happening?\" the 911 operator asked.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Mary Sherman,\" Sam said, recognizing her from her Facebook photos. He shined his light on the woman who lay in a crumpled heap on the floor. The wall behind her was streaked with blood, the source of which appeared to be the bullet hole in the middle of the woman's forehead.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Oh shit,\" Kit muttered.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Now we know why she didn't show up at the diner,\" Akiko said, her voice hitching up in fear.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEven though the windows were covered with drapes, Sam kept his head down as he crawled across the floor and touched Mary's throat. \"No pulse. She's dead.\" Which he'd surmised from the bullet hole, but miracles sometimes happened.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKit reached for her blazer. \"I need my phone. I have to call Navarro.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSam crawled back to her. \"I'll call him. You stay quiet until the medics arrive.\" He took Akiko's phone, keeping his touch gentle since Kit's sister appeared to be holding herself together by a thread. \"Ma'am?\" he said to the operator. \"This is Dr. Sam Reeves. I'm with Detective Kit McKittrick, who was shot. We took shelter in the home of Mary Sherman, who I just discovered dead. The body is still warm and the blood on the wall behind her is still dripping, so I think her death was quite recent.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"It was probably her shooter who shot at me,\" Kit said loudly.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I'm sending help,\" the operator said. \"Please stay on the line.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"We will,\" Sam promised. But he needed to call Navarro, so he muted Akiko's cell and used his own to call Kit's lieutenant.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Dr. Reeves?\" Navarro said when he answered. \"What's wrong?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSam sighed. \"Found a body.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNavarro groaned. \"You two. It's always you two.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Three today. Akiko's with us.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"All right. Tell me what you know.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSam filled him in, hearing sirens approach as he came to the end of his explanation. \"Medics are here. What should I tell the cops who show up?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"To touch nothing. I'll call the ME and CSU. I'm coming to the scene. I'll make sure they don't take you away in cuffs.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Thank you,\" Sam said dryly, because that had happened to him in the past. Just once, but that was enough. \"See you soon.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe ended the call and unmuted Akiko's phone. \"The medics are here,\" he told the operator. \"Thank you for your assistance.\" Then he ended the call and returned Akiko's phone. \"You okay?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"No,\" Akiko said honestly. \"What just happened?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"That's what I'm going to find out,\" Kit said.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Will they let you?\" Akiko asked. \"Conflict of interest and all?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"What they don't know won't hurt them,\" Kit said. She glanced at Sam. \"You okay with me conflicting the interest?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe cupped her cheek, gratified when she leaned into his touch. \"As long as you know that I'm not letting you do this alone.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHell, he wasn't going to leave her side. Someone had shot her. Shot. Her. It was starting to sink in and Sam thought he might be sick.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eUntil she smiled at him. \"I know I'm not alone. Not anymore.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHis spinning mind began to settle and he pressed a kiss to her forehead. \"Good.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSan Diego, California\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSaturday, January 28, 6:05 p.m.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Connor, I swear I'm fine,\" Kit said through clenched teeth. Her San Diego PD partner's voice was panicked, so she was trying not to lash out.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I leave you alone for two weeks-two fucking weeks, Kit. And you're shot. Shot!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe glanced over at Sam, who leaned against one wall of the ER cubicle. He was busy texting someone but looked up as though feeling her gaze.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe smirked. Hang up, he mouthed, then pointed to the ER doctor who was impatiently waiting.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Look, Connor, it throbs, but it's nothing like your owie.\" Her partner had been shot on the job two weeks before and was looking at months of recovery time. He'd nearly died and Kit remembered her own panic at all the blood he'd lost. \"My arm's no longer bleeding and they're going to stitch me up.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Which would be easier to do if you got off the phone,\" the ER doctor said. He raised his voice, leaning toward her phone. \"Connor, she's fine. I promise. Goodbye. Hang up, Miss McKittrick.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Gotta go,\" Kit said, ending the call. \"He was worried.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe doctor nodded as he prepared to suture her wound, which was a through-and-through. Sam had been right.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I got that,\" the doctor said. \"Boyfriends tend to get worried.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKit's gaze flew to Sam, who just rolled his eyes.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Um,\" she said uncertainly. \"Connor's not my boyfriend. Sam's my . . . boyfriend.\" She'd not said the words out loud before.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt wasn't as difficult as she'd expected. And so worth it when Sam's smile lit up his face.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe doctor glanced at Sam as he lifted a syringe with a huge needle, inspecting the drop of moisture at the huge needle's tip. \"Then who's Connor?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"My partner at work.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"This is Detective McKittrick,\" Sam said. \"She's Homicide.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Oh.\" The doctor looked suitably impressed. \"I've heard of you.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"You have?\" Kit asked weakly, unable to take her eyes off the needle. \"That's a big needle, isn't it? Can't you use a smaller one?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe doctor chuckled. \"Scary detectives are always scared of tiny needles.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"That isn't tiny,\" Kit argued. \"It's fucking enormous.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"It's truly fucking enormous,\" Sam said and, to his credit, he didn't laugh. Out loud anyway. But his green eyes were crinkled behind his Clark Kent glasses. \"Hold my hand. I won't let him hurt you.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Asshole,\" she muttered, but she took his offered hand and shut her eyes tight. \"Why are you giving me a shot?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"To deaden the pain of the sutures,\" the doctor said. \"It'll only feel like a pinch.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKit clenched her teeth once again. \"Tell me when it's over.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"It's over,\" the doctor said. \"But if you don't like needles, keep your eyes closed for now.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Okay.\" She turned her head to one side, just in case her eyes opened accidentally. \"Did you talk to Navarro, Sam?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe squeezed her hand lightly. \"I did. 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