Author: Andrew Grey
Series: Carlisle Deputies #3
Genre: M/M Contemporary Romance/Law Enforcement
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: Nov 6 2018
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print
Blurb/Synopsis:
When Chris Anducci is moved off jail duty and into the sheriff’s office, he doesn’t expect his first assignment to be protecting a witness against a human trafficking ring. Knowing the new sheriff doesn’t abide screw-ups, Chris reluctantly agrees to work the case.
Pavle Kasun has spent the last four years of his life at the mercy of others. When an opportunity presented itself, he took it, resulting in his rescue. Now the safe houses he’s placed in are being threatened and he needs protection if he is to have any sort of chance at a life.
Chris opens his home to Pavle, but he doesn’t expect Pavle and his story to get under his skin… and stay there. Soon they discover they have more in common than either of them thought. Slowly Pavle comes out of his shell and Chris finds someone who touches his heart. But as the men looking for Pavle close in, they will stop at nothing to get him out of the way. But even if Chris can keep him safe, he might not be able to protect his heart if Pavle moves back home.
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“I got a request from a social worker.” Vitalli yanked open
a drawer and pulled out a thin file, then tossed it on the desk dramatically.
“The cops in Carlisle busted up a whorehouse and found a bunch of aliens
working there. In their touchy-feely world, they set about helping them and
found they were brought here against their will.” He rolled his eyes. “I’m not
buying it, but no one asked me my opinion. Anyway, they say they need help for
one person they found. It was a man, not women….” The sheriff paused as if he
were expecting some sort of agreement to his ignorance and
shortsightedness. He didn’t seem to
believe that men could be trafficked as well as women and Chris wasn’t going to
agree with that.
“Human trafficking takes many forms,” Chris said, then
cleared his throat when the sheriff frowned deeply. “What would you like me to
do?”
Vitalli groaned dramatically. “The social services folks
found these people safe places to live, but one of them has been found out.
Apparently he’s preparing to testify against his captors, and now he’s been
getting threats. The feds, DA, and Social Services are all asking for
protection for this guy, and it’s falling on me to provide it. So….” He picked
up the file and thrust it toward Chris. “It’s you.”
“Me?” He took the file and tucked it under his arm. He
wasn’t going to read it while standing in front of the sheriff.
“Can we not let this interfere with your shifts?”” He groused and then Sheriff Vitalli turned
back to his empty desk, grabbing the first piece of paper he could find.
“Is there anything else?”
He didn’t think he was going to get an answer, but then the
sheriff lifted his gaze. “Don’t screw this up. It’s an easy job, so just do it
and be done.” He turned away, back to his papers, which Chris took it as a dismissal
and left the office, closing the door behind him.
With a sigh of relief, Chris went to his old metal desk at
the back of the station and placed the file on the empty surface. He was
usually out on patrol or working with one of the other deputies, so he spent
very little time there. No pictures or papers littered the space, just a phone
and a few files hanging in one of the drawers. It would be so easy for him to
pack up and move on. Part of him, some fear deep inside, wondered how long he
would get to stay before being sent back to jail duty.
“What did the sheriff want?” Pierre asked as he approached
the desk.
“He gave me an assignment,” Chris said, rather pleased.
Pierre smiled. “It looks like you’re going to stay, then.”
Pierre had been the first one to welcome him, handing over a fresh coffee on
Chris’s first day. “That’s good.”
“Suppose so, as long as I don’t mess it up.” Chris opened
the file and scanned though it. There wasn’t much information, just a name and
address for the witness, along with information on how to contact the
caseworker. “Kasun, Pavle Kasun…,” he said, and nodded.
“Does that mean anything to you?” Pierre asked.
“Not personally. My mother’s family is Serbian, and this has
that sound.” He picked up the phone and called the number for the caseworker.
It went to voicemail, so he left a message asking her to call back as soon as
she was able.
“What did the sheriff tell you?”
“That this Pavle is a witness who was in a safe house until
he was found out. I suspect he’s been moved, and they want me to try to help
keep him safe until the FBI and DA can talk to him and he can testify against
the traffickers.” It shouldn’t be too difficult a job as long as they could
keep his location a secret.
Author Information
Andrew’s hobbies include collecting antiques, gardening, and leaving his dirty dishes anywhere but in the sink (particularly when writing) He considers himself blessed with an accepting family, fantastic friends, and the world’s most supportive and loving partner. Andrew currently lives in beautiful, historic Carlisle, Pennsylvania.
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