Book Spotlight | Cold Consequences by David Rohlfing

Today the spotlight is on Cold Consequences, the second book in the Detective Sasha Frank series by David Rohlfing! Thank you to BooksForward for a review copy.

This book is out today and to celebrate the launch, I’m sharing the synopsis and excerpt below. Cold Consequences is available on Book Depository or your local bookstore!

Genre: Mystery
Page Count: 236 pages
Publication Date: 27 July 2021
Author: David Rohlfing
Publisher: River Grove Books

Synopsis

Fan favorite detective Sasha Frank is back in the highly anticipated series prequel, Cold Consequences.

The prequel traces the murder of Ashley Cummins, the granddaughter of a powerful judge, who is unexpectedly shot when a drug deal gets intercepted late one night. As detective Frank works to track down her murderer, all of his leads start showing up dead. After hitting wall after wall, Sasha happens upon a weak link and unravels a thread from a complicated web that leads him to one suspect—will Sasha be able to prove who the killer is and take down the person responsible for the murders?

Cold Consequences is the exhilarating second book in the Detective Sasha Frank mystery series by David Rohlfing, serving as a prequel to Deliberate Duplicity. Full of breathtaking twists, this latest installment will have readers anxiously waiting for the final secret to be revealed.

Excerpt

Sticks and Big G entered through the back door of Sticks’s mother’s house, nine blocks from the crime scene. Sticks reached into the refrigerator in the kitchen and pulled out two cold cans of beer and tossed one to his partner. “Damn it, G!”

“That bitch wouldn’t stop trying to scratch the hell outta me.” Big G took a drink of beer, “I kept trying to hit her, but she wouldn’t stop coming at me.”

“You certainly paid her back, big time. That girl is stone-cold dead.” Sticks reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the bills, billfold, and keys he’d taken from Danny. “But look what we got.”

“At least we jacked the pusher,” Big G said. “How much is that?”

Sticks counted out the money.

“Cool. Do you think he knew who we were?”

“Maybe,” Sticks sneered, “but I think mostly all he saw was my SIG Sauer. Scared the crap outta him, man.”

Big G laughed. “No doubt.”

“What did you get from the girl?”

Big G tossed over the purse. “Check it out.”

Inside, Sticks found a cell phone, which he immediately turned off. Next, he pulled out a vial of pills, the girl’s ID, a debit card, and a couple of credit cards. He counted out over three hundred in cash and smiled. “Not bad, G. Not bad.”

“Plastic is useless with her dead.”

“True. We’ll dump anything with her name on it. Still a good night. We’re not gonna see Danny sellin’ on our turf again.”

They heard sirens in the distance, and the two stopped talking and looked at each other. Big G took another drink. “We need to stay low for a while.”

Sticks nodded, and they clinked their beer bottles.

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Sasha Frank had been with the Bloomington Police Department since 1984 and was promoted to senior detective almost four years ago. He was home asleep in bed with Janet, his partner of nearly five years, when his cell phone started chirping at 1:40 a.m., the distinctive ring signaling

a call from the Bloomington Police duty sergeant.

The senior detective listened intently as he was told the scant details of a shooting that had taken place a short time ago on the west side of the city. After hanging up, Sasha quickly got out of bed and walked to the bathroom.

Janet sat up. “What’s up?”

Sasha stepped back out of the bathroom. “There was a shooting southwest of downtown. Officers on the scene found a female DB in a parked vehicle.”

“How do you do that?”

Sasha looked back through the door at Janet, unsure of what she meant. “Do what?”

“Get up so fast. I hit the snooze button, then lay in bed for ten minutes after I wake up, and I still don’t feel like getting up.”

“Years of practice.” Sasha walked into the closet and started getting dressed.

Janet got out of bed. “Who shoots somebody sitting in their car?”

“Not that hard to figure.” He smiled at her. “My guess is, it was a bad guy.”

“Smartass.” She headed to the bathroom.

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Cover photo by Michael Fenton