He'd begun to think their recruitment standards were slipping until Jake mentioned the operation.
He snatched Jake as a knife sliced through the air where the newbie appeared.
As much as Jake annoyed her, he was still her friend.
It was Jake Weller telephoning long distance from California.
She'd known Jake since her junior year of college.
He dialed Sheriff Jake Weller's office while Fred continued to question him, but he waved him off with a shake of his head.
It was Jake Weller's voice calling to her.
I should have discussed Jake Weller's suggestion about my running for sheriff before dismissing it.
While Dean, a retired Pennsylvania police detective, was reluctant to return to law enforcement, Sheriff Jake Weller's retirement offered an opportunity not easily dismissed.
Every vision she'd had, even when Jake touched her, had been of death.