5 Stars - Again, I loved reading this book from Betty Sullivan La Pierre. But then again, she is my absolute favourite author when it comes down to e-books. She knows how to let you think one thing, while something completely different happens. You feel the tension and you keep on reading and reading because you really want to know what happens next. And each time you’ll get surprised! Angels in disguise is the 8th book in the Hawkman Series; I’d say it’s another great success and I can’t wait for the next book to read! ~Sylvie~

5 Stars - Deeply touching, terrifc novel. This is one of the novels that read like a real life story. It's my second book in the Hawkman series, the first one being Dirty Diamonds, which was fast-paced and enthralling.But Angels in Disguise is an emotional tour de force. Indeed it is hard to concentrate on the business on hand -- better said on the who-done-it aspect) when one's beloved wife is ill, is undergoing so many tests, and they face an uncertain tomorrow. Yet, ah yes, life goes on, and Hawkman has to do his best to do justice to his calling. Recommended not only as a pot-boiler, but as an inspirational read. ~Kristina O'Donnelly~

CHAPTER ONE

After testifying on a client’s behalf, Hawkman left the courthouse around noon and decided to stop by Togo’s. He ordered a large pastrami and soda to go. Carrying his food in a sack, he jumped into his 4X4 and drove toward the office. The tantalizing aroma swirled around his nose, causing his foot to push heavily against the accelerator. His stomach growled as he parked in the alley behind his office. He jumped out of the SUV and headed up the stairs, but hesitated for a moment and admired the new shingle attached at the top of the stairwell: Tom Casey, Private Investigator. Smiling to himself, he hurried up the steps to his small cubicle above the doughnut shop. His mouth watering, he settled at the desk, pulled the waxed paper away from the delicacy, and directed it toward his mouth. But before he could take a bite, someone knocked at the door.

“Come in,” he called, and rolled the sandwich back into the wrapping.

A man, appearing to be in his mid-thirties, dressed in a dark gray business suit, stepped into the office. He had a clean shaven face, square jaw, deep blue eyes, and dark brown hair tinged with gray at the temples. When he approached the desk, his gaze drifted to the food Hawkman had pushed aside.

“Looks like I’ve caught you in the middle of lunch.”

“No problem, it can wait. Have a seat,” Hawkman said, gesturing toward the chair in front of the desk. “How can I help you?”

He held out his hand. “My name’s Paul Ryan, Mr. Casey. You were referred to me by a friend at the office. I need someone to help me find my wife.”

After they shook, Paul sat down and let out an audible sigh.

“You sound a bit frustrated. How long has she been missing?”

“Going on four days. We’re separated right now, and my mother called to tell me Carlotta hadn’t picked up our daughter and she’d been at her home since Friday. She tried to call my wife numerous times, but didn’t get an answer.”

“Did you check the house?”

“Yes. The newspapers were scattered all over the yard. And inside, the mail had piled high under the door slot. It looked like nothing had been touched. I felt disgusted at her irresponsibility for leaving our child with my mother for so long without notifying either of us.”

“What about your wife’s parents?”

“Killed in a car accident years ago.”

“Sisters or brothers?”

“None. She was an only child.”

“Have you filed a missing person’s report?”

Paul shook his head. “No, I didn’t want to feel like a fool if she showed up after a swinging time with some boyfriend she’d picked up.”

“Have you checked the hospitals or called the police to make sure she wasn’t involved in an accident?”

“Yes. She hasn’t been admitted for emergency care and the officer I talked with said they had no record of her being in any accidents.”

Hawkman raised a hand. “Before we go on, if you want me to take this case, I require a down payment. Then I’ll give you a weekly accounting of my expenses.”

Paul nodded and removed his checkbook from the breast pocket of his suit. “Will a thousand dollars get you started?”

“That will be ample.”

He peeled off the check and handed it to Hawkman. “I appreciate you taking this on.”

Hawkman took a large yellow tablet from the drawer. “Okay, first of all, let’s go through some routine questions. Then I’ll need more personal information about your wife. To begin, give me both your full names.”

“Paul Lee Ryan and Carlotta Ann Ryan.”

After asking several questions, Hawkman flipped over the sheet, then glanced at Paul. “Okay, before we go into more particulars on your wife, I want you to file a missing person’s report on her as soon as you leave here. She’s been gone long enough; the police won’t question the time.”

“Okay, I’ll do that first thing. Is there anything else I need to do as far as police paperwork is concerned?”

“Not at the moment. I’ll let you know as time goes by. What’s your daughter’s name and how old is she?”

“Tiffany Lynn and she’s ten.”

“Do you have any pictures?”

Paul dug out his billfold and handed him a photo of Carlotta and Tiffany. “This is a recent snapshot of them together.”

“Mind if I make a copy?”

“Not at all.”

Hawkman studied the images as he strolled over to the copy machine. “Nice looking girls you have there.”

“Thanks. I wish I could classify us as a family, but I’m afraid things just aren’t working out.”

He gave the original back to Paul and placed the copy on his desk. “Okay, let’s dig into your life a little deeper. How long have you been married? And when did the problems begin?”

“We’ve been married almost eleven years and I thought things were going real well until two years ago when Carlotta told me she was sick of our humdrum life. She said we had no excitement left and things were boring as hell. I told her to get more involved with Tiffany at school. She’d roll her eyes and tell me I could drop that suggestion into the garbage can.”

“When did you separate and where is she living?

“She threw me out about a year ago, and I moved into a two bedroom apartment. Carlotta still lives at our original house with our daughter.”

“Give me the address.” Hawkman jotted it down, then glanced at Paul. “Do you think she had a lover on the side around then?”

“I’m not sure, but more than likely she’s got guys coming and going now. That’s why I didn’t want to report her missing just yet.” He grimaced. “But I will.”

Hawkman leaned back in his chair. “Do you suspect she could’ve met with foul play?”

Paul shook his head. “I haven’t the vaguest idea.”

“Tell me a little about your mother. Does she take care of your daughter often?”

“Yes, and even when it’s my turn to have Tiffany and I get called into work, Mom will come over to my place to watch her. In fact, I didn’t even know she had Tiffany this past weekend until she called.”

“What does your dad think about this arrangement?”

“Mom’s been widowed for years.”

“Sorry. Does she like Carlotta?”

“Unfortunately, no. But she adores Tiffany.”

Hawkman raised a brow. “Why doesn’t she care for your wife?”

Paul sighed. “From the first day we were married, Mother showed her disapproval in several different ways.”

“Enlighten me.”

“She picks on Carlotta constantly about how she dresses, and handles herself in front of Tiffany. My wife wears sexy clothes which Mother disapproves of vehemently.” He chuckled. “Mom preaches to her that married woman don’t go flaunting their boobs and legs in public places.”

Hawkman glanced at the picture on the desk. “Carlotta appears to be quite a beautiful woman. And it looks like Tiffany is following in her footsteps. However, your daughter looks quite a bit older than ten years.”

Paul nodded. “Yes, I know, and Carlotta doesn’t put any restrictions on how she dresses, and allows her to wear make-up. This angers my Mom to no end.”

“Tell me again about this last weekend when your mother was watching your daughter.”

“Carlotta dropped Tiffany off at Mom’s on Friday afternoon after school, and said she’d pick her up Sunday evening. Here it is Tuesday and there’s been no word from her. Mother tried contacting Carlotta several times, as I said, and even drove by the house, but never caught her home.”

“Does your wife have a car? And if so, what kind?”

“Yes, a Camry and it’s in the garage. That’s the first thing I checked. It gave me a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach to think she’s out with some guy living it up.”

“Well, you can’t be sure, so don’t jump to any conclusions yet. She could have gone out of town with girlfriends. Tell me a little more about your mother and where she lives.”

Paul gave him her address. “She’s a great grandma and has always been very attentive to Tiffany. The child adores her and the feeling is mutual.”

“Did Tiffany say anything about her mother’s whereabouts?”

“No. She just said Carlotta told her she’d be staying with her grandma for a few days.”

“Would you mind if I questioned your daughter?”

“No, not at all.”

“I’d also like to make a visit to your wife’s house. You obviously have a key. How about taking me over there this evening after you get off work.”

“Sure, I’ll drop by Mom’s and pick up Tiffany as I’m sure she’ll want to get some extra clothes or more of her personal stuff. I’ll meet you there, say around six o’clock.”

“Okay, that sounds good. Tell your mother not to be alarmed if a guy with a cowboy hat and an eye-patch comes snooping around asking questions.”

Paul scooted back the chair and stood. “I’ll do that.”

Hawkman stood. “I may need more information as the investigation proceeds. But right now, I think I have enough to tackle the case.”

“Thanks for taking it on. I’m sure you’ll do whatever’s necessary to find out what’s happened to Carlotta.”

After Mr. Ryan left, Hawkman wrapped his sandwich in a napkin and put it into the small microwave Jennifer had insisted he get for the office. Times like this he blessed her many times for this convenience. He sat down with the warmed food and glanced through his notes as he munched. Very peculiar case. Looked like a communication channel never developed between Paul and his wife. He hoped Carlotta would turn up alive and well. It bothered him to think she might have met with foul play. He’d talk to the neighbors, then search through her phone and credit card bills. Maybe he could pick those up when he met Paul at the house this evening. He needed to get a feel as to what type of woman Carlotta Ryan might be.

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