Marked for Murder. Lauren Nichols

all good investigative work is done. When I was driving back from Pittsburgh, I stopped for coffee at a convenience store and saw a carnival poster. It wasn’t the Burgess and Tate company, but it made me think that a higher power wanted me to see that sign. I looked up B and T’s home-base phone number on the Internet and got their summer route and hours.”

      She had to grin. “The man’s a detective.”

      He grinned back. “Duly licensed and everything.” Their gazes held for a few seconds, fond memories seeming to float between them. Then Cole glanced away and went on. “Anyway, even though we didn’t like them for the first two murders, it’s a pretty big coincidence when the ride jockeys show up again just as another young woman is killed.”