Author Alan Brenham
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Jason Scarsdale Novels

Price of Justice
1
Rampage
2

Rampage

Rampage

Book 2

"Precise and unequivocally gripping; an edge-of-your-seat ride from beginning to end."
   —Kirkus Reviews

2016 Nominee for Ind'Tale Magazine's RONE Award

Being a cop, Scarsdale knew he was bound to make enemies, but some were more determined than others...

Excerpt:

"Are you sure this is his house? It looks different at night." the driver said.

"Damn right, I'm sure." The passenger laid the rifle barrel on the edge of the window.

"So... now what?"

"We wait until the bastard walks in front of that window." The passenger shifted in the seat to get a clear field of fire right at the window. "Then...boom. One dead cop."

A silhouette grew larger as it moved closer to the window.

The barrel of the rifle rose off the edge. "Get ready," the passenger said, easing the finger inside the trigger guard and onto the trigger.

"Just make sure you kill him. I'll worry about the car," snapped the driver.

"Come closer, Scarsdale. That's it. C'mon. A little more."


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Price of Justice

Price of Justice

Book 1

"...fast-paced police drama...well-constructed and realistic..."
   —Kirkus Reviews

"Dennis Lehane fans looking for their next crime thriller
should check out this authentic and searing tale..."
   —BestThrillers.com

Secret agendas, deception, revenge and murder abound when a high-profile murder investigation begins to spin out of control. For Detective Jason Scarsdale and crime analyst Dani Mueller, the consequences of failure are unimaginable. But Mueller hides a deadly secret which threatens to unravel the entire investigation. When his beloved daughter, Shannon, is abducted by the killer and Mueller is kidnapped, Scarsdale faces the ethical dilemma of his career and his life, and is forced to rethink the value of playing by the rules.

Excerpt:

I watched him pass through the door toward the courtroom. His head hung down, and his shoulders slumped as he stuffed his hands into his pants' pockets. He shuffled his gait. His steps seemed weak and tottering like those of a condemned man. In my mind, he already was one. But if the system didn't work this time, if the jury let him go, I'd kill him myself. Just like I had killed Doyle Burton.

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