Cold Comfort begins in December during the long nights leading up to the Solstice. Claire Spencer is attacked, but why? A friend calls in a favor, and burned out PI Ben Riley reluctantly checks it out. His protective instincts compel him to help when he witnesses the next attack, and in spite of their differences, he and Claire work together to uncover the old secrets that turn her life into a lie. Will she gain more than she loses, or will the result be . . . Cold Comfort?
Here's a short excerpt.
She pressed her fingers to her forehead. "I have a problem."
"What is it?"
"Well, ah, it's difficult to explain. Someone’s been following me—at least, I think so. And last night someone tried to—" Tried to what? Kill her?— "attacked me when I got out of my car."
"Did you call the police?"
"Yes, of course, but there isn't much they can do. They suggested a—a stalker."
"Ms. Spencer, I assume you're trying to hire me. I'm not a bodyguard."
With his rough voice and terse questions, he sounded more like a junkyard dog.
"I hadn't even thought of a bodyguard. I want to find out who it is." This wasn't going well. Her pain pill had worn off, and she couldn't muster the energy to think. "Mr. Riley, I'm finding this very awkward. Could we meet and discuss it?"
"Sorry. I'm not in that business anymore. If you still have the problem in a week or so, maybe I can refer you to someone. By the way, who gave you my name?"
"Ray Bonney." Ben Riley's a jerk. Her grim tone promised retribution, and the jerk could probably hear it. Tough. "Thanks for returning my call." She hung up without waiting for a reply. So she was in this by herself—now what? Should she buy a gun? A rottweiler?