Justice for Jami

JUSTICE FOR JAMI (POLICE AND FIRE: OPERATION ALPHA) EAGLE RIVER RESPONSE BOOK THREE AMBER KUHLMAN CONTENTS Foreword Prologue 1. Jami 2. Ely 3. Jami 4. Ely 5. Jami 6. Ely 7. Jami 8. Ely 9. Jami 10. Ely 11. Jami 12. Ely 13. Jami 14. Ely 15. Jami 16. Ely 17. Jami 18. Ely 19. Jami 20. Ely 21. Jami 22. Ely 23. Jami 24. Ely 25. Jami 26. Ely 27. Ely 28. Jami 29. Ely 30. Jami 31. Ely 32. Jami 33. Ely 34. Jami 35. Ely 36. Jami 37. Ely 38. Jami 39. Jami 40. Ely Epilogue Also by Amber Kuhlman About the Author More Special Forces: Operation Alpha World Books Books by Susan Stoker This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons living or dead is entirely coincidental. © 2023 ACES PRESS, LLC. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED No part of this work may be used, stored, reproduced or transmitted without written permission from the publisher except for brief quotations for review purposes as permitted by law. This book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This book may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, please purchase your own copy. Dear Readers, Welcome to the Police and Fire: Operation Alpha Fan-Fiction world! If you are new to this amazing world, in a nutshell the author wrote a story using one or more of my characters in it. Sometimes that character has a major role in the story, and other times they are only mentioned briefly. This is perfectly legal and allowable because they are going through Aces Press to publish the story. This book is entirely the work of the author who wrote it. While I might have assisted with brainstorming and other ideas about which of my characters to use, I didn’t have any part in the process or writing or editing the story. I’m proud and excited that so many authors loved my characters enough that they wanted to write them into their own story. Thank you for supporting them, and me! READ ON! Xoxo Susan Stoker ABOUT THE BOOK How far will you go for justice? Growing up in the foster system led me to become a social worker. I pour my heart and soul into helping others. But how much can I do when corrupt men like Kasper Hill walk freely? Hill isn’t just an evil man. He’s a cop. Someone who swore to protect, yet instead is hurting his own wife. She claims she fell down the stairs. She claims she doesn’t need my aid. I don’t believe one word. I can’t drop this, not when she and her daughter’s lives are on the line. Determined to protect mother and daughter, I work with a brooding yet sinfully sexy cop to bring Hill down. Ely is handsome, honest, and charming. He’s still recovering from his wife and son being killed in a home invasion, yet he’s willing to help me despite his career detriment. My gratefulness turns soon to more. It’s impossible to resist Ely. I want him. I need him. With him by my side, I feel like I can do anything. Together, we dig up evidence on Hill. He’ll pay for what he did to his wife, and his young daughter will never again quiver in fear. Ely and I are risking everything by making our move against Dirty Hill. If we fail to put Hill behind bars, he’ll crush us. But giving up is not an option. Ely and I will fight for justice until the very bitter end. PROLOGUE The first thing the cop notices is the brisk chill in the air, the freezing bite of the Colorado air against the tiny portions of his bare neck. Even the fall jacket doesn’t detour the cold, and the cop shivers, flexing his fingers, so they don’t freeze together in the next few minutes. It’s been unnaturally cold the last couple of months, and he’s over it. He likes the warmth, the sun, the heat. Maybe someday he’ll get to move away, far away from this place, this life, these people. But not now. Not yet. First, he has some unfinished business to attend to. He waits under the abandoned freeway bridge for a few more minutes, cussing at the cold, watching his breath slip out in nothing but a fine vapor of steam. Fuck, it’s cold. It’s frigid. After what seems like ages, a gray Dodge Challenger pulls around the corner, headlights shining directly on the cop. He shields his eyes from the bright light and takes a step back as the car rolls beside him and stops. Rap music blasts from the speakers, shaking the car and vibrating the ground beneath the cop’s feet, but nothing else happens at all for a long moment. The cop swallows the strange lump of fear in his throat and steps up to the window, grateful when it begins to roll down without him having to knock on the glass. A young Hispanic man in the driver’s seat turns his head to look at the cop, and something unsettling in his eyes forces the cop to take a step back without even realizing he’s done it. “What happened?” the kid asks the cop, and that’s all he is really, just a kid, and yet he’s a kid far more dangerous than half the so-called criminals already on the streets of Denver. “My partner,” the cop says, and he hates the apparent fear in his voice. He doesn’t want to be afraid, especially not of some teenage punk. He wants to beat the shit out of all of them. He wants none