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The salt and sand chafed, as Malachi and I shuffled into Gus’ Grouper Shack. We were at Pass-a-Grille, one of the many little island towns scattered on the westernmost edge of Pinellas County. It had been a long week, capped off with a dramatic car chase as Malachi and I stopped a serial kidnapper from crossing the county line. I love a little adrenaline, but too much makes me itch. And Malachi loses hair when he’s stressed, which is why he’s almost bald now. So we agreed on a joint three-day...

“And this … this is how you repay me! I’d kill you before I let you leave.” The bald man brought his hand back to strike the cowering young woman clinging to his shirt. “No! Patrick, no! I would never. I love you.” The woman began to weep. Rage twisted the man’s face before he shoved the woman to the ground. I heard the audience gasp, and bit back a groan. I guess I wasn’t quiet enough, because Malachi turned towards me, the stage lights reflecting off his coke bottle glasses. “You...

“You have to find him, Frost. I don’t know what I’ll do if something happens to him.” The first thing you have to know about Maria Henriquez is that she is a frustratingly cool-headed person. Once, a couple of summers before I started Frozen Cold Cases, I worked as a farmhand for her. No matter what the other farmhands did she always met it with a deep breath and a smile. She never wanted anyone to feel worse than they already did, even when they should feel pretty awful. Seeing her like...