A Note from Author Lis WiehlThe Triple Threat books were inspired by some of my own experience in various worlds: as a formal federal prosecutor, a TV journalist, and as the daughter of an FBI agent. They’re the kinds of stories I love to read myself! One of the wonderful things about fiction is that you can meld the real with the made up to tell a compelling story. With Eyes of Justice, I wanted to tell a story about friendship, loss, and renewal. I ask the readers to take a walk with these three women, all strong yet absolutely fallible. In our lives we will be faced with extreme adversity…it is how we handle that adversity that defines us.
Eyes of Justice
By Lis WiehlChapter 1 When the authorities questioned Channel Four’s receptionist later about the phone call, Marcy King couldn’t recall a single distinguishing characteristic about the voice of the person who had made it. Age, accent, attitude—all she could remember was that it belonged to a man. A man insisting that he had to speak to Cassidy Shaw, the TV station’s crime reporter. “Cazdeshaw,” Cassidy said into her headpiece, fast enough that her name ran into a single blurred word. Her hands never stilled on her keyboard. She was finishing a piece for the evening news, a terrible story about a man who had killed his two children rather than see his ex-wife get full custody. “Is this Cassidy Shaw?” A man’s voice, so soft it was nearly a whisper. “Yes.” She lifted her fingers, straining to hear. That sixth sense she had, the sixth sense that had never steered her wrong, told Cassidy it would be worth her while to listen. “I’ve got a story for you.” He hesitated and then said in a rush, “About a cover-up.” Her elation slipped away as fast as it had come. A cover-up? It sounded like some sort of boring malfeasance. “You know I handle the crime beat, right? I could transfer you to the business reporter.” Her hand was already hovering over the button on the phone. “No!” Panic edged his voice. “I only want to talk to you. It’s about the Portland Police Bureau. And what’s being covered up is . . . well, I don’t want to get into it on the phone. Something bad.” The Portland Police Bureau? Cassidy’s antennae were quivering again. “What’s your name?” “I can’t give you my name over the phone. If they find out I talked, I’m in big trouble.” “Come down to the station then.” She opened a new document, typed in the words police cover-up, and hit the save key. “I would love to talk to you.” His voice arced higher. “Are you crazy? If I’m seen walking into Channel Four, something will happen to me. I could end up being shot in the back and they’d rule it an accident.” What could be bad enough that this man feared being murdered? Whatever it was, it had to be juicy. Cassidy hoped he couldn’t hear the soft tap-tapping of her fingers on the keys. “Then we can meet someplace else—a Starbucks, a restaurant, a shopping mall,” she said in a soothing tone. “You name it.” “You’re not listening to me. It can’t be anywhere out in the open. Not where people can see me. If anyone sees me talking to you, I’m as good as dead.” “I could wear a baseball cap,” Cassidy said as she typed in the words as good as dead. “And dark glasses.” “That won’t work. Everyone in Portland knows who you are!” Cassidy smiled, but was careful not to let it color her voice. “So why’d you call me?” “Because you’re the only one who has the guts to break this story…” From Eyes of Justice © 2012 by Lis Wiehl and April Henry. Published in Nashville, Tennessee, by Thomas Nelson. Used by permission. All rights reserved.