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Katrina Ogden Mysteries, Book 3: KO’d in the Rift by Victoria Heckman

Honolulu police officer Katrina Ogden, also known as K.O., intends to become a homicide detective but she keeps becoming embroiled in cases that find her rather than the ones she’s assigned. 

Paradise is filled with danger…


Katrina Ogden Mysteries, Book 3: KO'd in the Rift ebook cover with logoMurder, suspense, elder fraud and dark passions collide in Paradise…

When a Hawaiian Sovereignty representative for the government is murdered, Honolulu police officer Katrina Ogden and her boyfriend Alani find themselves on opposite sides of a deep rift. Corruption, divisiveness and greed threaten the paradise K.O. loves. With her friends and heart at risk, she learns just how much sacrifice it takes to be an officer of the law.

GENRE: Murder Mystery    Word Count: 58,029

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Based on 9 Reviews

5.0 out of 5 stars Loved the Book

This is a terrific series and the author deftly handles her characters, her plot and her setting. Anyone who loves Hawaii will find even more to like as the author really knows it well and brings you into the life of the islands as well as the action. Exciting and enjoyable!

Carl Berney December 9, 2018

5.0 out of 5 stars Five Stars

I thoroughly enjoyed reading all of her books about Hawaii, my favorite vacation place

marya September 10, 2014

5.0 out of 5 stars Victoria Heckman mystery thrills us again

Another great murder mystery set in Hawaii. Loved the action, the characters and the fast-paced plot woven into an insider's view of island history. Well done!

H.Z. September 4, 2012

5.0 out of 5 stars My favorite of the series

This was my Fave of the series. The subject matter it concerns is something that is real, and important to the future of the island. So,...yeah, it was awesome! hehe. Hey, I love E-book prices! xo Dayna

MsDayna March 19, 2012

Continue the series:

Katrina Ogden Mysteries, Book 1: KO'd in Honolulu continue the series Katrina Ogden Mysteries, Book 2: KO'd in the Volcano continue the series Katrina Ogden Mysteries, Book 3: KO'd in the Rift continue the series

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mystery chapter 1


Honolulu police officer Katrina Ogden, K.O., sat slumped at her desk, chin in hand, dispiritedly surveying the four foot high stack of paper in the corner.

The Sergeant’s Exam materials.

She had started to study. Several times. It just seemed like something always interrupted her.  She did take some of it home to work on late at night after her 3:00 to 11:00 P.M. shift in Evidence.  That had been the problem–late at night.  With the best of intentions, she would sit at her dining room table, stiff and uncomfortable, bright light glaring onto the pages.  It did no good.  She drifted off to sleep and woke hours later with a crick in her neck and no idea of what she’d read.

The exam, designed by a clerk test preparer at the city and county level, not a cop, was nearly impossible to study for.  It could encompass anything from union rules to police standards and conduct.  It was a “crapshoot”, as others gone before had told K.O.

She sighed, rubbed her face and ran her fingers through her short, red hair.  This wasn’t getting anything done, much less preparing for the exam.  She told herself she’d finish checking the forms stacked on her desk against the evidence submitted, then she’d crack the penal code book.  Again.

As the head of Evidence on her shift, one of her tasks was to make sure that evidence logged in was actually what and where it was said to be.  She picked up the log on her way to the Evidence room in the main office.

She unlocked the door and stepped inside the cavernous room.  Metal shelves lined the walls up to the ceiling, and more rows divided the room into narrow aisles–a bizarre warehouse of people’s lives torn apart by crime.

The room was further divided by types of crime and evidence. Separate sections for weapons, homicide, drugs.  Larger pieces of evidence, such as cars, were in a different, roomier location.

She passed by the boogie board with the large, jagged semi-circular bite missing.  During her first tour of the evidence locker, she’d asked why this obvious, but sinister-looking item was included.  It was considered evidence in a Missing Person’s case, because a body had never been recovered.  Every time she passed it, she thought, “Duh.  He’s going to be missing for a long time.”

She walked among the shelves, matching tag numbers to items, trying not to absorb the impact of thousands of objects, some bloodied and mangled, others more innocuous looking, that represented unsolved crimes.  It saddened her to think that so many cases would never be closed, meaning that all those families touched by them would have no end.  In self-defense, she shut them all out, those small voices asking for help, and briskly moved through the shadowy room.

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