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A Shadow in the Night
by Kenneth L. Levinson
Category: Mystery/Crime EPIC eBook Award Finalist
Description: Denver lawyer Adam Larsen--always an easy target for damsels in distress--undertakes to help the sister of a missing woman accused of a high-tech embezzlement scheme. He quickly encounters an arrogant CEO with a habit of stretching the truth, and a hostile security chief who bitterly resents Larsen's meddling. An anonymous phone call leads Larsen on a bone-chilling mountain trek where where he discovers a grisly and unwanted answer to the mystery of the missing Alice Bryant. And who ransacked the apartment of Bryant's beautiful assistant? After someone tries to electrocute the CEO, Larsen believes he knows some of the answers. But then there's the matter of the missing money?
eBook Publisher: Uncial Press, 2007
eBookwise Release Date: June 2007
 
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [335 KB]
Words: 75211
Reading time: 214-300 min.
"...all the main ingredients of a gripping story, a fast-paced plot, an intricate mystery, well-developed characters, a victim the reader will love to hate, and even a rocky romance."--Rob Shelsky, NovelSpot
A green-eyed secretary nodded when I told her who I was. "Mr. Wyndham is expecting you." She stood up with a secretive little smile and led me toward the door. I had no idea I was walking into an ambush. The room was large and imposing. Paul Wyndham sat rigidly upright behind a big mahogany desk, his jaw jutting belligerently like a prizefighter. I recognized the smooth face and salon-cut hair from pictures I had seen in the Clarion. He wore a double-breasted black Italian suit and a yellow power tie. Seated in a chair in front of Wyndham's desk, looking imperious and dominating in his two thousand dollar gray suit, was Walter C. Groves, the senior partner of Denver's oldest and most aggressive law firm. He regarded me disdainfully, in the way that only the lawyers from the big firms know how to do it. To his right sat a pudgy man with a thin moustache, who began glaring at me the moment I entered the room. I learned later that he was Garrison, the security officer Mary Bryant had mentioned. Last--and certainly not least--was Sergeant Joe Stone, who stood posted like a sentry beside Wyndham's desk, with arms folded in front of his chest, his cold black eyes seething with hatred. I paused for a moment just inside the doorway. What the hell had I gotten myself into? The air was so thick with tension I almost couldn't breathe.
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