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9 1/2 Years
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An Ellora’s Cave Romantica Publication
www.ellorascave.com
9 ½ Years
ISBN 9781419915444
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
9 ½ Years Copyright © 2008 Cheryl Dragon.
Edited by Shannon Combs.
Photography and cover art by Les Byerley.
Electronic book Publication May 2008
With the exception of quotes used in reviews, this book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in
part by any means existing without written permission from the publisher, Ellora’s Cave Publishing,
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This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales
is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.
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9 ½ Y EARS
Cheryl Dragon
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The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the
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9 ½ Years
Chapter One
“Sit down and shut up.” Lt. Lisa Zimmer had had the morning from hell. But
getting the bad guy made it all worth it. At least that’s what she told herself on those
kinds of days. Her jeans were smeared with dirt, shoes scuffed and it was barely two
p.m.
The man under arrest, Larry Edens, was legally drunk and had been caught in the
act of domestic violence. Lisa loved when it was open and shut. Very few cases in the
Crimes Against Youth and Family Bureau of the Las Vegas Metro Police Department
fell into that category. The detective in her loved the challenge but some days it got to
her.
“Where is my wife?” Larry wrestled with the cuffs behind his back.
He shuffled in the chair next to her desk as Lisa searched for forms. It always
happened—she ran out of forms with a high maintenance criminal. “Your wife and kids
are with a counselor. I’m pretty sure there will be a restraining order.”
Larry leaned forward. “You can’t keep them from me.”
“If the judge says we can—we can.” She didn’t mind stirring up the drunk ones.
They’d find something to get upset about no matter what. And probably wouldn’t even
remember it later.
“It’s nothing serious. A fight. Private family stuff.” It was the mantra of every
abuser.
“Old lady nagging you, huh?” Detective Baker was nearing sixty and lived to
antagonize suspects. He’d been old when Lisa started, now she was closing in on forty
and felt at home with him in the squad room teasing suspects—and her. It was part of
the old boys’ network that came with being a cop.
“Some women deserve to get hit.” Larry eyed her.
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