Death in the Dark - Emily Kimelman

\nA girl and her dog exact justice with a vengeance. I'm in Mexico feeling sorry for myself, living in an RV on the beach, and drinking too much tequila when I wake up with my wrists bound above my head. A strange man sits at the foot of my bed, white teeth flashing in the dark as he grins at me. My new sensei has arrived.It's time for a training montage...But before the eighties music can fade, leaving me glistening and powerful, the daughter of a good friend is murdered, and the police don't care. But I do. Someone must pay. And sometimes it takes a girl and her dog to make sure they do.Download this book today because you love powerful women, gritty mysteries, and heroic dogs. \nI am not totally alone in this world. He's right. I need help.Wait! My voice strained against the wind blowing off the Sea of Cortez. Mulberry was a slow-moving figure several yards ahead, solid looking in the hazy light of dusk, he took his time crossing the beach. I pushed through the sand, running after him. My dog, Blue, stayed by my side, his gait lopsided. Mulberry didn't turn until I grabbed his arm. Wait, I panted. You're right. I need your help.He grinned, pushing his crow's feet into sharp relief as his yellow-green eyes brightened. I know, Mulberry laughed. You're such a mess.He wrapped me in a hug-one muscular arm around my waist and the other across my shoulders. Mulberry buried his head in my hair and pulled my face into his chest. At first, in that dark intimacy, I felt like I was suffocating. Almost immediately, though, relief washed over me. I am not totally alone in this world; my only companion a limping mutt.Blue yelped, excited by our embrace, and circled us, churning up the sand. Mulberry smelled like clean laundry, sea salt, and carried an unmistakable scent that was all him. Pulling away, Mulberry left his hands on my shoulders and looked down into my face. He seemed so much bigger than me, so much stronger and smarter, and under control. I felt like a blurry image next to his stark silhouette.Come on, I'll buy you dinner, he said, throwing his arm around me. We walked back toward the Oyster Farm. I'd been living there for months, ever since we crossed into Mexico. I'd come for the oysters and stayed for the isolation.So, where've you been? I asked. It's been what? Four months? After turning our treasure into money, which made us both rich, Mulberry left, and I stayed, despite his invitation to come with him. You went to Paris, right?