Confidential Prey (Nick Teffinger Thriller) by R.J. Jagger

Confidential
    Prey
     
    R.J. JAGGER

Praise for the thrillers of
    R.J. JAGGER
     
    “The pacing is relentless in this debut, a hard-boiled novel with a shocking ending…  The supershort chapters will please those who enjoy a James Patte r son-style page-turner. ”
    Library Journal
     
    “The well-crafted storyline makes this a worthwhile read. Stuffed with gratuitous sex and over-the-top violence, this novel has a riveting plot …”
    Kirkus Reviews
     
    “A terrifying, gripping cross between James Patterson and John Grisham. Jagger has created a truly killer thriller.”
    J.A. Konrath
     
    “Creative and captivating. It features bold characters, witty dialogue, exotic locations, and non-stop action. The pacing is spot-on, a solid combination of i n trigue, suspense and eroticism. A first-rate thriller, this book is damnably hard to put down. It’s a tr e mendous read.”
    ForeWord Magazine
     
    “Verdict: This fast paced book offers fans of commercial thrillers a twisty, action-packed thrill ride.”
    Library Journal
     
    “Part of what makes this thriller thrilling is that you sense there to be connections between all the various subplots. The anticipation of their coming together keeps the pages turning.”
    Booklist

Every book by R.J. Jagger is a standalone thriller.
    R ead them in any order.
     
    Nick Teffinger Thrillers
     
    Witness Chase
    Bad Client
    Lawyer Trap
    Pretty Little Lawyer
    Attorney’s Run
    Never Dead
    Client Trap
    Ancient Prey
    Dead in Hong Kong
    A Twist of Sin
    Reverse Run
    Lawyer Kill
    Kill Theory
    Attorney Prey
    Confidential Prey
     
    Bryson Wilde Thrillers
     
    The Scroll Lawyers
    The Shadow File
    A Way With Murder

    Copyright © 2012 R.J. Jagger
     
    ISBN 13: 978-1-937888-26-8
     
    All rights reserved.  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the author, except where permitted by law. This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, businesses, companies, entities, places and events in this book are fictitious or are used fictitiously . Any similarity to real persons (living or dead), businesses, companies, entities, places or events is coincidental and not intended by the author.
     
    Published b y
    Thriller Publishing Group, Inc.
    An Imprint of Dark Sky Publishing, Inc.
    Golden, CO 80401
     
    Printed in the USA

    1
    Day One
    August 3
    Wednesday Night
     
    A wicked storm fell out of an evil night sky . Nick Teffinger, the 34-year-old head of Denver’s homicide unit, was in the thick of it with the Tundra’s wipers swishing back and forth to a demonic beat . From the radio Mick was screaming that he couldn’t get no satisfaction and Teffinger was screaming right along with him.
    ’ Cause I’ve tried and I’ve tried and I’ve tried and I’ve tried …
    Traffic was minimal.
    A woman appeared up ahead at the side of the road, hunched against the weather. Her thumb came out; she was trying to get a ride. Teffinger edged over and powered down the passenger window.
    The woman was in her early thirties with dark exotic features. Heavy drenched clothes clung to her body.
    Her chest was ample.
    She wore no bra.
    Her face was serious .
    Teffinger unlocked the door and said, “Get in.”
    She did.
    “Thanks, mister.”
    Her voice was timid and laced with stress.
    “Where you going?”
    “I don’t know.”
    “Do you need a ride home?”
    “Sure if you’re going to Seattle .”
    Her name was Atasha and her story was simple. She and her boyfriend were passing through Colorado on their way from New York to Seattle. Two hours ago they had a fight, not one of those normal ones, a mean one where things got said . He dragged her out of the car and told her to have nice life. Then he was gone. To his credit, it wasn’t raining that badly out at the time.
    Now it was.
    She had less than $30 in her purse.
    She had no