Obsession is a dangerous thing, especially if you're the target...
Detective Evan Gallagher has exchanged his job as an FBI agent for a position within Ireland’s police force. An Garda Síochána rarely deals with serious crime, and Evan thinks Dublin would be a quiet place to start over—but he’s proven wrong.
Psychologist Chelsea Campbell never thought that volunteering as profiler for the Garda would change her life so drastically—until Detective Gallagher calls her to a murder scene in the middle of the night.
Is this a one-time impulse, or is the killer’s agenda only starting? As hard as Chelsea and Evan struggle to solve the case, neither of them expects a second dead body so soon. Working against the clock, they have to win this cat-and-mouse game before the killer claims the next intended victim—which happens to be one of them.
Each book from The Irish Garda Squad series can be read as a stand-alone novel and does not contain cliffhangers.
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“So, ye bonnie Yank, want to go to my place?”
Evan Gallagher glanced at the girl sitting next to him. She was probably half his age, no more than seventeen or eighteen, although the curvy body dressed in skimpy clothes was unquestionably that of a woman’s. Where the hell were her parents while she was here, drinking and asking for trouble, inviting a strange man into her home? Not that he would ever let himself be picked up by a woman in a bar—ever again.
He hadn’t taken her flirting seriously, which was why he’d responded to her chatting in the first place, but now he smiled gently and shook his head. He almost had to shout in her ear to be heard over the loud bass music.
“Thanks for the offer, but I have to wake up early tomorrow. Work day, you know.”
Her pout was childish. He couldn’t distinguish her features clearly in the dim light of the club, other than a mass of long strawberry-blond hair, a cute, freckled face, and a pair of perky breasts barely contained under a red tank top.
To be honest, he wasn’t even sure how he’d ended up here. He’d worked late, then had wandered the streets to clear his head a little, and when he’d seen the bar sign he decided to get a drink. Too late did he realize this was a club for young people who loved dancing and pumping techno music—everything at the opposite pole from him. He’d wanted to turn around the moment he’d entered, but decided to get a beer anyway, since he was here already. After all, he was determined to explore Ireland every chance he got. But bedding a girl who could be his daughter was not on his to-do list.
Giving her another smile, he slid off the bar stool.
“I’m going to get some air,” he shouted into the girl’s ear.
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