The Guilty (Will Robie series)
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Will Robie is the government's most professional, disciplined, and lethal assassin. He infiltrates the most hostile countries in the world, defeats our enemies' advanced security measures, and eliminates threats before they ever reach our shores.
But now, his skills have left him. Sent overseas on a critical assignment, he fails, unable to pull the trigger. Absent his talents, Robie is a man without a mission, and without a purpose.
To recover what he has lost, Robie must confront what he has tried to forget for over twenty years: his own past.
Will Robie escaped his small Gulf Coast hometown of Cantrell, Mississippi, after high school, severing all personal ties, and never looked back. Not once. Not until the unimaginable occurs. His father, Dan Robie, has been arrested and charged with murder.
Father and son haven't spoken or seen each other since the day Robie left town. In that time, Dan Robie--a local attorney and pillar of the community--has been elected town judge. Despite this, most of Cantrell is aligned against Dan. His guilt is assumed.
To make matters worse, Dan has refused to do anything to defend himself. When Robie tries to help, his father responds only with anger and defiance. Could Dan really be guilty?
With the equally formidable Jessica Reel at his side, Robie ignores his father's wishes and begins his own desperate investigation into the case. But Robie is now a stranger to his hometown, an outsider, a man who has forsaken his past and his family. His attempts to save his father are met with distrust and skepticism . . . and violence.
Unlike the missions Robie undertook in the service of his country, where his target was clearly defined, digging into his father's case only reveals more questions. Robie is drawn into the hidden underside of Cantrell, where he must face the unexpected and possibly deadly consequences of the long-ago choices made by father and son. And this time, there may be no escape for either of them.
institution came into view. Against the backdrop of darkness, its lighted interior looked like a multi-eyed beast waiting to devour unsuspecting prey. They parked in front and climbed out of the car. The next moment they heard the siren. They both instinctively looked at each other. The sounds grew louder. “Sounds like it’s coming this way,” said Reel. The facility was really the only thing out this way. The strip mall where the McDonalds was located was a couple miles distant. Robie and
can call Deputy Taggert if you want. Or Sheriff Monda. They’ll tell you. And you should call them anyway and tell them that Sara is missing. Because this is not good, not after last night. I know for a fact that the police drove Sara home last night after she got medical attention for an injury. She was not supposed to leave here.” “Omigod,” said Chisum. He grabbed the porch rail. “She didn’t wake us up. She didn’t say anythin’.” “She was told not to. Now can we talk to Emma?” asked Robie.
but Taggert said, “His wife and his brother and his son are employed by Coastal.” “That has nothin’ to do with it, Sheila,” barked Monda, giving Taggert a scathing look. “Are you sure about that?” asked Robie. “Damn sure. Now if you can bring me some usable evidence, maybe my mind can be changed.” He pointed a finger at Robie. “It’s all well and good for you to want to go after those folks, but you don’t live here. You just flit in and out. But I can’t do that. This is my home.” Robie looked
blackmailin’ rich folks? And Clancy I get, but how did the Chisum sisters get involved?” “Clancy probably told them while he was drunk and having sex with them,” replied Robie. Davis shook his head. “The Devil gets inside’a you, no tellin’ what trouble you’ll get into. So the girls were after money too? They bit off mor’n they could chew. But your gut says you don’t think the Wendells killed them?” “No, I don’t think so. Bobby tried to get these photos back. And the men we killed were part of
don’t know. In the house somewhere, I guess. Anybody could’a taken ’em. I never locked the damn doors.” “So you’ve got no alibi for the time Sara was murdered?” said Taggert matter-of-factly. “If I did I would’a told you, but I don’t. Can I go back to my cell now? I got some sleep to catch up on. And, hey, can I get a beer in here? And maybe some barbeque?” He started to get up, but Reel reached across and pushed him back down. “You can’t leave yet because we’re not done.” “I want a lawyer.”