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In New Orleans, justice is best served with a heavy dose of revenge, and Remy LeBeau intends to tip the scales in his favor. For good.

Forced to take a mandatory vacation from the Dallas PD, Remy leaves his girlfriend, Cody, to protect her from what's to come. If there's to be any chance for a normal future for the two of them, he has to face his enemies and finish what they started - alone.

Cody Lewis gave up on someone once before, but not this time. She needs to come to terms with Remy's past and her own as she seeks him out among the historic and deadly streets of New Orleans. But she got more than she bargained for. Those who oppose her will find you don't get in the way of a determined Texan; especially a woman in love.

As Remy closes in on the nameless faces who have controlled his life for too long, his ability to save himself and those closest to him is tested, putting everyone he cares for in grave danger. And this time, Cody may face the reality of his death.


Chapter One

The pair of eyes staring at him over the top of a pair of reading glasses wanted to drill him into the wall. And he dared to stare them down.

Detective Remy LeBeau knew the pile of infractions were against him. Knew his lieutenant had the choice to continue his suspension or not. Lieutenant Carlos “Iron Man” Moreno wanted to make an example out of him, yet he would give Remy a chance to explain his actions and convince him otherwise.

Remy didn’t plan on doing it.

“Detective LeBeau,” the hard edge to Moreno’s voice mimicked his nickname. “Internal Affairs has settled this matter, and according to them, they’ve decided the charges brought against you are unfounded.”


Remy stiffened at the ruling. Unfounded. It meant they didn’t have enough evidence to prove he had been withholding evidence in his last case. It also meant they weren’t letting him off the hook completely. He’d prepared for all options.

Intertwining his fingers, Moreno bent forward, his brown eyes turning to flint. “Is there anything you’d like to say?”

Swallowing, Remy drew in a breath and let it out slowly. He stood. “Sir, I believe I said it all to IA.” He straightened his shoulders; Moreno got his last ounce of submission. “I will say this. My partner took no part in my actions. If anything, he was the better man in this situation.”

“Damn interesting you should say that.” Moreno rocked back in his chair and glared at Remy. “Detective, you had a clean record prior to the insubordination infractions. What am I supposed to do with you?”

“It’s your decision, sir.”

Shaking his head, Moreno pushed up out of his chair. “You have anything more to say?”

“No.” He remained at attention, never daring to take his eyes off the lieutenant. If he did, Moreno won the war of wills. Remy wouldn’t back down.

With a grunt, Moreno broke eye contact and shuffled through the IA reports, drumming his fingers on his desk. He seemed to grapple for a decision.

Remy chanced a look at the window that separated Moreno’s office from the bullpen. Outside the closed room, his partner, Detective Heath Anderson, waited. Anderson stared at him through the open blind slats. From the beginning, their partnership had been strained—Remy keeping Anderson at arm’s length due to his deep-seated trust issues—but this internal affairs investigation came about because Anderson panicked. He mentally sighed. While his partner knew more now about Remy’s reasons for leaving New Orleans for Dallas, it still had to bug him that a professional assassin targeted him as well. Because someone wanted to make sure Remy died.

Everyone connected to him—chief among them the woman he loved, Cody Lewis—wanted to know the dark secrets he hid about his life in New Orleans. Anderson may have alluded to knowing what had gone down with Remy, but he wasn’t sure if his partner was blowing smoke or telling the truth. For the sake of Anderson and Cody’s lives, they had to remain in the dark.

“Detective LeBeau.”

His gaze darted back to the Moreno.
The lieutenant crossed his arms and stared at Remy over the top of his glasses again, the posture reminiscent of a teacher scolding a disruptive child. “Since you’ve actually served out what is the recommended punishment for your actions, I find the time for your suspension sufficient and consider it completed. However, due to the high stress nature of this job, it’s my decision to put you on mandatory vacation for the next month. You haven’t taken a personal vacation in the last four years with the Dallas Police Department’s homicide division. You will not be allowed to return to duty until the month is up. Agreed?”

He couldn’t have asked for a better punishment. “Agreed.”