Lost in the Fold by M. A. Gardner

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Lost in the fold

Tupper Jones should know when to fold

Priceless artifacts looted from Chicago museums with no evidence left behind except a unique calling card that Caroline Collins recognizes. Tupper Jones fears a confrontation with his partner—can he convince her to take the string of robberies seriously, or will the FBI force him to choose between his lucrative contract and his irreverent partner?

After the events in CITY BEFORE SUNRISE, LOST IN THE FOLD turns dark when Caroline's friend, Kimberly Smythe, confesses a past that directly affects the case. Caroline has her own trauma, but her friend needs her support now that the case brings up haunted memories.

Genre: FICTION / Mystery & Detective / Women Sleuths

Secondary Genre: FICTION / Science Fiction / Crime & Mystery

Language: English

Keywords: Detective, murder, mystery, abduction, Chicago, Urban, crime

Word Count: 50,000

Sample text:

“This has got to be a setup,” Marsha declared. “A joke.”

“I wish it were,” Tupper insisted. “A joke, that is. The child was present in a closed museum. He was not on our team or part of the security guards. He doesn’t match any description in the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children database. There’s no evidence of a break-in. It’s like he portaled into the museum!”

“Please tell me that the word ‘portaled’ will appear in the official report,” Caroline teased.

Tupper rolled his eyes. “I’m just saying there’s not much to work with here.”

“The statues were nowhere to be found?”

Tupper raised his eyebrows. “Seriously, Marsha? How long have we worked together?”

Marsha sighed. “Now I know how Hughes felt.” She waved her hand. “You know I’ve got to ask.”

Tupper nodded his lips a thin line. “Yes, ma’am. The security guards submitted themselves for search. Every inch of the OI was inspected. If the missing statues were there, we’d have found them.”

“Maybe they were portaled out?” Caroline offered.

Tupper rolled his eyes, and Marsha hid a smirk behind her hand.

Everyone was confident that their plan worked when the chatter started on the radio that night. Tupper was convinced they had their man, and the case would close with the priceless items recovered—or at least accounted for. Overtime would be justified. All the overtime netted was a hit to payroll and a mute child that provided more questions than answers. Nothing connected the child to the burglaries—other than his presence. At the same time, the child had skills that weren’t illegal or proof of wrongdoing. No district attorney would level charges against a minor without evidence.

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Already translated. Translated by Miriam Reinoso Sánchez

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