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  Follow the exciting adventures of Dani Ross

  and her partner against crime, Ben Savage,

  in two captivating novels that will

  have you on the edge of your seat!

  Guilt by Association In the premiere Danielle Ross Mystery novel, Dani’s faith and Ben’s skillfulness are put to the ultimate test as the threat of death at the hands of a madman looms over them and eleven others held captive in a most unlikely prison. When tensions rise and the prisoners’ spirits fall, Dani and Ben must work quickly. Can they solve the mystery before another hostage is killed?

  The Final Curtain The second Danielle Ross Mystery brings Dani and Ben to New York City to investigate bizarre death threats against a bombastic celebrity. Dani joins the company of his newest play under the guise of costume lady and is propelled into the lead role when the star is killed — right on stage! Death threats soon yield another murder, and Dani and Ben are baffled by the bevy of juicy . . .

  © 1992 by Gilbert Morris

  Published by Revell

  a division of Baker Publishing Group

  P.O. Box 6287, Grand Rapids, MI 49516-6287

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  Ebook edition created 2013

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  ISBN 978-1-4412-3990-7

  Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data is on file at the Library of Congress, Washington, DC.

  “Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the Lord, she shall be praised” (Proverbs 31:30).

  Some children are born of flesh and blood; others come to a man through the act of living—are created by earthly laws and conventions. But a godly daughter-in-law, such as you have been to me, is not a matter of form or of legality. No, for as I have often said, I have three daughters, not two only. And it cheers my heart to know that there are women in this perilous age who hold fast to virtue, who are loyal, and who cling to God no matter what the circumstances. With love and admiration, I dedicate this book to my third daughter:

  Monique Morris

  Contents

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  Cover

  Other Exciting Adventures to Read

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  1. The Stakeout

  2. Family Honor

  3. Shoot to Kill

  4. The Family

  5. Happy Birthday, Eddy!

  6. Matthew

  7. “London Bridge Is Falling Down . . . !”

  8. Another Birthday Party

  9. Vince

  10. The Witness

  11. The Hit

  12. Rosemary

  13. Savage Pays a Call

  14. Rosemary’s Choice

  15. A Trip to the Dentist

  16. Waiting

  17. The Message

  18. Midnight Incident

  19. A Little Therapy

  Books by Gilbert Morris

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  1

  The Stakeout

  * * *

  Here comes another one,” Ben Savage warned suddenly, his voice breaking the quietness of the night. “Better close in.”

  Danielle Ross had been watching the pale winter moon as it slid across the velvet sky over Lake Pontchartrain. She started slightly, then wheeled to glance at the headlights moving slowly down the narrow road that hugged the shore. “All right,” she murmured and turned to face Ben. Sliding out from under the wheel of the Marquis, he moved beside her and put his right arm around her shoulders. She placed her right arm around his neck and let her left hand fall on the .38 that rested in her lap. It was cold to her touch, and as always, when she thought of actually firing it at someone, a slight shiver ran through her.

  As she sat there, rigid in his embrace, listening as the sound of the approaching car grew louder, she became conscious of the firmness of Savage’s neck under her hand and of his hand on her back. The faint scent of his shaving lotion floated to her nostrils, and the moonlight threw the scar over his left eyebrow into prominence. She found herself bracing her feet against the floor and was suddenly aware that she had clenched her teeth together so hard it made her jaws hurt. As the droning engine came closer, she noticed that Ben was relaxed. Somehow angered, she whispered, “Well—is he stopping or not?”

  “Maybe.” The car was approaching from her side, and with her face pressed against Ben’s chest, she could not see it. Savage suddenly pulled her closer with his right hand and moved his body slightly forward. Dani felt his cheek press against her hair as he peered toward the approaching car. Suddenly the lights filled the inside of the car, and the engine slowed. At once Ben reached down with his left hand and pulled the .44 magnum from the holster on his right side. “Slowing down,” he murmured. “Could be our little friend.”

  Dani’s grip on the .38 tightened, and the muscles in her back grew tense. She was not at all a nervous woman, but sitting in a car waiting for a homicidal maniac who had butchered ten people caused a thread of fear to run along her nerves. As she sat there, listening hard to the vehicle as it drew even with their car, she thought of her conversation the previous Wednesday with Luke Sixkiller.

  “We need eighteen teams for a stakeout, Danielle,” the lieutenant of the homicide division of the New Orleans Police Department had said, his obsidian eyes studying her. “We’ve got his M.O. down. He always gets his victims the same way—always hits a couple parking near the lake, always sometime around midnight. And he always slices them up after he puts slugs in them both. So you and Ben be parked on Lakeshore Drive tomorrow night. And carry plenty of heat, you hear? If the Midnight Mangler comes calling, you don’t want to be bashful. Save the state the expense of a trial.”

  Then Sixkiller had grinned, adding, “You and ol’ Ben can do some real serious necking while you’re waiting.”

  Dani had argued hard against his plan—especially the necking part—but in the end Luke Sixkiller had shrugged, saying, “Well, Ross, if you want to cop out, that’s your business. But a private investigator needs to stay on good terms with the fuzz. And the way to do that, Doll, is to cooperate in little things like this.”

  The car had stopped, just to the right of their own, engine faintly throbbing. Dani strained her ears, listening for the sound of a door being opened. A tremor ran through her, and she knew Savage felt it, for his right hand on her back gave a reassuring pressure.

  From where she sat, her cheek against the nylon wind-breaker Ben wore, she could see only the twin cones of light that illuminated the road. A strong desire to turn and look at the car came over her, but she and Ben had agreed that they had to look like a couple engaged in heavy petting, so she forced herself to remain still. Time wound down slowly, and Dani was thinking, Why doesn’t he hurry up? when the engine revved, and suddenly the car appeared in her line of vision, ruby taillights glowing like tiny traffic lights. She automatically memorized the license number and pulled her head away from Ben’s chest.

  “False alarm,” she noted, keeping her voice steady.

  Ben put the .44 down on the seat, but kept his arm around her. “Better stay here awhile.” He nodded. “He might come back.”

  Dani turned her head quickly and looked into Savage’s hazel eyes, regarding her carefully, only inches away.

  “He’s gone,” she exclaimed sharply. “You can let me go and get back on your own side.”

  He didn’t move. Indeed, the pressure of his arm on her back increased, and he moved his face closer. “Can
’t ever tell about a guy like that,” he warned. “He might be parking down the road. Might come back on foot.” He was so close that she could feel his breath on her cheek. “As a matter of fact, Boss, I’m pretty sure that’s what he’s up to. We’d better make this business look real good!”

  “Never mind all that, Ben Savage!” Dani ordered sharply. She put her hand on his chest and tried to push him away. “You just get back where you belong.”

  He gave her a grin, but moved back beneath the wheel. Returning the .44 to his holster, he shook his head regretfully. “Boss, you’re the most single-minded woman I ever saw. You just can’t do two things at once—which is a shame.”

  “What two things?” she asked absently, putting the revolver back into her purse. Her mind was still on the killer the papers had dubbed the “Midnight Mangier,” but when she looked up and saw his grin, his statement registered, and she snapped, “Never mind! I can guess what two things you’ve got on your grubby little mind!”

  “Sorry, Boss,” Ben offered. “Guess I’m just a weak person with no character at all.” She threw him a disgusted look, and he added, “Yep, put me in a parked car with a good-looking woman in my arms—and I revert to my primitive instincts.” She kept stubbornly quiet, and he asked curiously, “Boss—don’t you ever have any primitive instincts?”

  “Oh, shut up!” Dani said abruptly. Bending forward, she looked at the face of the dash. “It’s nearly one o’clock. Let’s go home.”

  “Sixkiller said stay till two.”

  “He’ll never know, and we’re not getting paid for this stakeout.” She leaned back and after a moment said, “I wish we were!”

  Savage looked across at her, admiring the fine curve of her cheek and the firm line of her wide lips. Her mouth was too large, he realized, for true beauty, and her face a little too square. Lieutenant Sixkiller had ragged him about working for such a good-looking woman, but Ben had always shrugged, replying, “I never noticed.”

  But he had noticed, of course, as any healthy male would. Not only her face, but the tall, curved figure was the target of most men’s eyes. She was small boned but full bodied and moved with a natural grace that was somehow sedate and sensuous at the same time. Her auburn hair fell forward, hiding her face as she glanced out the window. “Not enough business, is there?” Ben queried.

  She looked at him, shrugged and answered, “It could be better.” She bit her lip. “I’m not doing so good with Ross Investigation Agency.”

  “It’ll pick up,” he responded cheerfully, then put his hand lightly on her shoulder. “After all, how many women can come out of a seminary and take over a private-eye business without a few setbacks?”

  Ben thought of how he had come to work for Danielle Ross. She had been preparing for the mission field, but had been forced to take over her father’s investigative agency when he had suffered a heart attack. He thought of how they’d fought like cats and dogs, and he grinned slightly. “We’ll be rich and famous, Dani,” he promised gently. “It’s just a matter—” Suddenly the sound of an approaching car broke the silence, and he caught a glimpse of headlights coming from the east.

  “Here we go again,” he cautioned, moving to sit beside her. He grasped his .44 and ordered, “Get that peashooter out. You’ll have to watch this one, Boss. Don’t let him get the jump on us.”

  Dani felt foolish and awkward as he embraced her, but a glimpse at Ben’s face revealed that he was thinking only of the car that moved toward them. She realized that he was not as relaxed as before. They were both thinking it might be the same car that had passed moments before. She watched as the lights grew larger, and once again she began to tighten up. This was the second night she and Ben had sat in the Marquis beside the lake, and she had done the same every time a car had appeared. It was a secluded spot, often used by high-school kids for parking, but they had been scared off by the horror stories of the Mangier. The side road they were parked on was half hidden by a line of live oaks veiled with Spanish moss, and Ben had remarked cheerfully on their first night, “Just the sort of spot that ought to appeal to the Mangler.”

  Now the lights struck Dani’s eyes, and she looked down, blinking. Pressed against Ben’s chest, she felt sure he could hear the quick beating of her heart, but shook her head slightly and firmed her lips. She looked up—just in time to see the car, a dark sedan, swing into the parking area. It halted not thirty feet away from where she sat, and when the engine abruptly shut down, the sound of sudden silence hung over the lake.

  Then a tiny click came to their ears, and Ben whispered, “He’s getting out.”

  A shadowy form separated from the dark bulk of the car. It moved very silently, and Dani could see only a vague shape. Her fingers tightened on the .38, and her breathing grew short. She wished that Ben was in her position, for he was adept at such things—trained in the marines. But he kept his position as they had agreed, and it was up to her. Sixkiller had warned, “Don’t fool with him, Danielle! If somebody sneaks up on you, cut him down!”

  Whoever it was made no sound at all as he crossed the space between the two cars. Over Ben’s shoulder Dani saw the figure appear at the window, his form blotting out the light of the moon. The window was down, and suddenly his hands materialized, looking ghostly white as they rested on the lower frame of the window opening. Something in her screamed out, Now! and Dani lifted the .38. A line of silver light formed along the snub-nosed barrel of the revolver, and she called out, “Freeze! Hold it right there!”

  Savage twisted around, and as he threw the .44 level on the figure framed in the opening, a voice teased, “Glad to see you guys are keeping your mind on your work. The way you were cuddling up, I was afraid you’d gotten side-tracked.”

  “Luke Sixkiller!” Dani cried, torn between relief and anger. “You haven’t got a bit of sense! Serve you right if I’d shot you!” She lowered the gun so that he wouldn’t see how her hand was trembling and found herself wanting to cry. But she would have died before letting the two men see her reaction.

  “Sorry, Dani,” Sixkiller apologized, but then he leaned down, and by the pale moonlight she saw a grin on his lips. He gave Ben a quick look, adding, “You two did a good job of imitating a pair of lovers. You learn that in detective school, Ben?”

  “It’s a dirty job, Luke,” Ben confessed with a shake of his head. “But someone’s got to do it.”

  “I do like to see a man who takes pride in his work.” The detective nodded. Then he turned and waved at the other car, which started up at once and backed out, then shot off down the road. Sixkiller walked around the car, got in beside Dani, and explained, “Debbi put me out. Said I could walk back to town as far as she was concerned.”

  “That so?” Ben asked as he started the engine. “You didn’t overstep the bounds of propriety, I hope?”

  Sixkiller shook his head sadly. “A man is a poor thing when he doesn’t throw himself into his work with everything he’s got. Debbi couldn’t understand that it was my duty to be an ardent lover.”

  Dani gave him a sour look, then demanded, “I take it you want a ride back to town?”

  “Let’s go get something to eat,” Sixkiller suggested, yawning. “The Camellia Grill is open.”

  Ben backed the car out and started down the road. It was not far to the causeway that spanned the lake, and soon they were speeding across the long ribbon of highway that traced a straight line across the silvery water. “No luck tonight,” Ben commented. “We on again tomorrow night?”

  “I guess you guys can take a break,” Sixkiller said. He lay back against the seat, watching the moon’s reflection on the water. “It was a long shot, but I thought it was worth the effort. Anyway, I owe you guys one for your help.”

  Twenty minutes later, they pulled into the Camellia Grill, and twenty minutes after that were eating thick hamburgers and crispy fries. Dani consumed hers hungrily, listening to the two men talk and noticing how the two of them were so different—yet somehow the same.r />
  Lieutenant Luke Sixkiller was, she decided, one of the most physical men she’d ever met. He was no more than 5 feet 10 inches tall, but weighed 190 pounds. He seemed, somehow, more solid than other people, and his deep chest and thick limbs made Savage look almost frail. Luke had the blackest hair possible for a man to have and obsidian eyes that seemed flat and rarely showed any emotion. He was a pure Indian, untainted by a drop of white blood; and with his high cheekbones, Roman nose and wide mouth, looked very much like the Sioux who had roamed the plains for hundreds of years before white men set foot in America.

  “Don’t try to buy Sixkiller,” the criminal element of New Orleans warned one another. They also walked around him whenever possible, for the chief of homicide had taken three bullet wounds in his career with the police department, and one blow from his fist usually ended any arguments. He was not, Dani understood, a brutal man, but his life had hardened him.

  She shifted her glance to Savage, who was no taller than the policeman and weighed 175. He was not bulky, but had the smooth muscles of an acrobat—which was not strange, considering that he had once been an aerialist with the circus. He had a shock of coarse, black hair, but was not dark of complexion. With his squarish face, deep-set eyes, and a brow that made a bony shelf over them, he looked Slavic.

  Dani sipped her coffee, thinking of how she’d battled with Savage almost from the moment they met. They were opposites in so many ways that clashes became inevitable. While she was not an ardent feminist, Dani had set out to prove that she was as good at being a private investigator as she had been at being a CPA. It irked her that some aspects of investigative work demanded the skills of a fairly tough man, and she didn’t realize that she compensated for this by trying to best Savage in other ways. They had been through some hard times together, and on a few rare occasions, Ben had let his habitual hard manner slip—just enough so that Dani could sense that he was actually a sensitive and caring man.