Cold Consequences (Detective Sasha Frank, Prequel) by David Rohlfing
About Cold Consequences:
Ashley Cummins, the granddaughter of a powerful judge, is unexpectedly shot while buying drugs from her dealer late one night on a city street. As detective Sasha Frank investigates her murder, all of his possible suspects start showing up dead or missing. Who is behind the killings? As pressure builds on Sasha to solve the case, he uncovers new information that begins to unravel a complicated web of evidence–will Sasha be able to prove who the killer is and take down the person responsible for the murders?
Cold Consequences is the exciting second book in David Rohlfing’s Detective Sasha Frank Mystery Series. It serves as a prequel to Rohlfing’s Deliberate Duplicity. Fans of the mystery-thriller genre will love this gripping new tale. Full of exciting twists and turns, readers won’t be able to put the book down as Sasha pursues every lead to find the killer.
Excerpt:
Sticks and Big G entered through the back door of Sticks’s mother’s house, nine blocks from the crime scene. Sticks reached into the refrigerator in the kitchen and pulled out two cold cans of beer and tossed one to his partner. “Damn it, G!”
“That bitch wouldn’t stop trying to scratch the hell outta me.” Big G took a drink of beer, “I kept trying to hit her, but she wouldn’t stop coming at me.”
“You certainly paid her back, big time. That girl is stone-cold dead.” Sticks reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the bills, billfold, and keys he’d taken from Danny. “But look what we got.”
“At least we jacked the pusher,” Big G said. “How much is that?”
Sticks counted out the money.
“Cool. Do you think he knew who we were?”
“Maybe,” Sticks sneered, “but I think mostly all he saw was my SIG Sauer. Scared the crap outta him, man.”
Big G laughed. “No doubt.”
“What did you get from the girl?”
Big G tossed over the purse. “Check it out.”
Inside, Sticks found a cell phone, which he immediately turned off. Next, he pulled out a vial of pills, the girl’s ID, a debit card, and a couple of credit cards. He counted out over three hundred in cash and smiled. “Not bad, G. Not bad.”
“Plastic is useless with her dead.”
“True. We’ll dump anything with her name on it. Still a good night. We’re not gonna see Danny sellin’ on our turf again.”
They heard sirens in the distance, and the two stopped talking and looked at each other. Big G took another drink. “We need to stay low for a while.”
Sticks nodded, and they clinked their beer bottles.
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Sasha Frank had been with the Bloomington Police Department since 1984 and was promoted to senior detective almost four years ago. He was home asleep in bed with Janet, his partner of nearly five years, when his cell phone started chirping at 1:40 a.m., the distinctive ring signaling
a call from the Bloomington Police duty sergeant.
The senior detective listened intently as he was told the scant details of a shooting that had taken place a short time ago on the west side of the city. After hanging up, Sasha quickly got out of bed and walked to the bathroom.
Janet sat up. “What’s up?”
Sasha stepped back out of the bathroom. “There was a shooting southwest of downtown. Officers on the scene found a female DB in a parked vehicle.”
“How do you do that?”
Sasha looked back through the door at Janet, unsure of what she meant. “Do what?”
“Get up so fast. I hit the snooze button, then lay in bed for ten minutes after I wake up, and I still don’t feel like getting up.”
“Years of practice.” Sasha walked into the closet and started getting dressed.
Janet got out of bed. “Who shoots somebody sitting in their car?”
“Not that hard to figure.” He smiled at her. “My guess is, it was a bad guy.”
“Smartass.” She headed to the bathroom.
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