Simon Says…Run – Kate Morgan Book 5 by Dale Mayer

Simon Says…Run
Kat Morgan Book 5
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Some cases are clear-cut and make sense, and then there’s this one. Two women, avid joggers, out for a hard Stanley Park Fun Run. Both dead. Both at the same time. Both on the popular park trail. rail running up and down hills dodging rocks and trees is rough, sometimes deadly. But this killer has a unique method for taking out his victims—one that doesn’t leave any forensic evidence.. Detective Kate Morgan focuses on the victims, … until two more are killed.

Awakening in the night with horrible nightmares, Simon St. Laurant curses his life and hates having ever traveled down this strange pathway, particularly when the visions come out of nowhere. This case, though, involves a much more personal element that terrifies him.

As Kate gets closer to finding out the truth, she finds herself following the path to becoming the next victim.

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Kate and Simon’s relationship while not exactly conventional, has been progressing nicely. She still hasn’t totally come to terms with his visions although she definitely can’t deny they happen and are spookily accurate.

When Kate gets called, she really could have used the downtime with Simon. Murder waits for no one and she’s off to join her partner Rodney to investigate. It’s a bit disconcerting that the two victims appear to have been killed at the same time.

Simon has a nightmare vision after Kate leaves him, hours later actually. That being the case when she calls him back, she already knows what he’s telling her. He tries not to let it get to him, but of course it does. He’s even disappointed that Kate just goes home to crash after her day.

Although it’s a Sunday, Simon goes through his normal routine, only to find himself waiting outside the police station for Kate.

This is a favorite scene.

He often had nightmares and dreams, caught whiffs of bits and pieces, but they were in the distance, as if a curtain obscured them. He liked it that way because he could turn his back and carry on. But this last vision wasn’t that way. This last time he was actually in the victim, like a possession or whatever, as she’d been plowed to the ground and strangled. He had experienced her horrible death. That was so not what he wanted.

He could still feel his heart pounding, the adrenaline pumping through his body, as she raced down the trail, filled with the sheer joy of what she was doing, the exhilaration of feeling her muscles burn, as she pounded and stretched them further and further to the max with her efforts. And then the complete shock as something came out of nowhere and slammed her to the ground. He sat here— outside, on a street bench, in the heat of the summer afternoon— almost shivering. He huddled over his coffee, wondering if this sense of foreboding would ever go away.

There also hadn’t been any numbers connected with this latest vision, as seemed to be prevalent with his previous sightings, at least he didn’t think so. He didn’t know if numbers were even part of this case.

As he waited, studying the traffic that came and went around him, he kept a close eye on the front of the station. It’s also possible she’d go out the back, in which case he was completely screwed, or rather had just wasted his time. But anytime something like this happened, it wasn’t necessarily a waste of time, but maybe he needed it anyway as a break. Maybe he needed a few moments of resting time, either before he headed off to another job in order to keep himself busy, or went home alone. When a woman called out to him, he looked up, startled to see Kate standing across the street, glaring at him.

“Off to a great start,” he muttered to himself, as she walked over to the corner, waiting for the traffic light to change, and crossed. When she reached his side, she sighed. “You know that you could tell me that you’re here.”

“I know,” he said, “but I like sitting here.”

“That’s creepy,” she announced.

He snorted. “Given what I do, and what you do, you find this to be creepy?”

She stared at him. “Why are you here?”

“I wondered if there was any news,” he replied quietly.

Immediately her shoulders sagged, and she plunked herself down beside him. “Not enough. And I’m not done for the day.” He looked at her in surprise, and she shrugged. “I’ll go see the husband of the other victim. He’s at work. Apparently he went to work even though his wife just died.”

“Sometimes people need work to bury themselves in,” he suggested, thinking of himself. “It helps to turn the focus away from something you can’t change.”

“And a lot of people just like to grieve too,” she reminded him, “because they are so shocked and so horrified by what’s happened that they can’t even begin to function.”

“And sometimes people go into auto-pilot mode,” he argued, defending this nameless guy. “And they just go on in a robotic way because that’s what they can do. You can’t take that away from him, if it happens to be his coping mechanism.”

“If it’s his coping mechanism, then fine,” she replied in exasperation. “I’m not judging him.”

“Yes, you are,” Simon snapped.

She glared at him. “Is that what this bench-sitting is for you, a coping mechanism?”

He shrugged. “Probably. I don’t know why the hell else I’d be here when you’re cranky.”

“You didn’t know I was cranky before you got here.”

“You’re pretty much always cranky,” he snapped back. She stared at him, and he saw the hurt and realized how quickly they’d slid into a destructive pathway. He reached over and gripped her fingers gently. “I’m sorry.”

“No,” she admitted, “you’re probably right. That’s exactly why I don’t get along very well with a lot of people.”

“You get along fine with people, when you want to,” he reminded her. “It’s just that, a lot of the time, you don’t seem to care.”

Her lips twitched. “Not with the work I do. I want people to give me the answers, and too often they’re just sitting there, being stubbornly silent about it. Or they’re lying or cheating.”

“Sure, but they’re also trying to outwit the cops, so they don’t spend the rest of their life in jail.”

She shrugged. “I’ll get to the truth anyway. Wouldn’t it be easier to just give it up right away?”

At that, he stared at her in shock and started to laugh. “Do you really think it’d be easy if they thought that way?”

She frowned. “Why are you laughing at me?”

“I have this image in my head of your expectation that criminals should see you coming and say, ‘Oh, here she comes,’ then lie down and hold out their hands and say, ‘Take me away, Officer.’”

Her lips twitched in spite of herself. “Okay, so it sounds pretty stupid when you say it that way.”

“Besides, you wouldn’t have a job then. If there wasn’t a need for somebody to sort out the puzzles, there wouldn’t be any need for people like you. You could just have officers walk over and pick up all the criminals who are standing there, with their wrists out, saying, ‘I’m guilty.’”

She groaned, slumped into the bench seat, and stated, “Okay, so it’s a stupid idea.”

“No, not stupid at all. I mean, if we live in Heaven, we might as well dream what we want,” he added. “I personally would like to have no crime, but, if you want the criminals to just walk over and say they are guilty and roll over, that’s a different story. Maybe that’s something we could stop, before it got to that point.”

“Fine,” she moaned. “And obviously we’re not in that world.”

“Nope. … Last I checked, it was still full of assholes.”

She smiled. “I agree. So where are you going from here?”

“Well, I was hoping to spend some time with you, but apparently you’re not off work yet.”

“I’m not,” she confirmed, “although the visit with the husband probably won’t take all that long.”

“Well, in that case, let me come along,” he said, yet a part of him hated that he even had to ask, but that’s just the relationship they had. She was busy, and he was busy, but her busyness seemed to take priority over his, or maybe he was letting it. He didn’t know.
Dale Mayer. Simon Says… Run (Kindle Locations 580-632). Valley Publishing Ltd..

This case has plenty of twists and turns and even Simon’s visions are different than they have been.

There’s a major difference for him and it points to his relationship with Kate even more than before.

I loved the intrigue, suspense and the continued growth of Simon and Kate’s relationship.

I can’t wait to read the next book in this series.

5 Contented Purrs for Dale!

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Dale Mayer

Dale Mayer is a USA Today bestselling author best known for her Psychic Visions and Family Blood Ties series. Her contemporary romances are raw and full of passion and emotion (Second Chances, SKIN), her thrillers will keep you guessing (By Death series), and her romantic comedies will keep you giggling (It’s a Dog’s Life and Charmin Marvin Romantic Comedy series).

She honors the stories that come to her – and some of them are crazy and break all the rules and cross multiple genres!

To go with her fiction, she also writes nonfiction in many different fields with books available on resume writing, companion gardening and the US mortgage system. She has recently published her Career Essentials Series. All her books are available in print and ebook format.


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