Twelve years ago Frankie Barker and Johanna Obrien became partners, then lovers, on the Philadelphia Police Force. After two years, the women were tired of city living. They quit the force and moved to Charlestown, Pennsylvania, where they built a log home and hung out their shingle as private investigators.
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Whiskey Creek Press Torrid
In this first book of the series Partners, they take a case they feel will be a cinch to solve, before embarking on a much-needed vacation. But the case turns out to be much more than they bargained for!
Graham McHenry hires Frankie and Johanna to follow his beautiful, much younger wife Cassandra, whom he believes is having an affair. They find the information their client is seeking, but the next morning they learn the woman has been murdered. The time of death places Cassandra at a motel, at the same time they had been following her to her mansion. Now McHenry wants to know who killed his wife, and Frankie and Johanna are determined to find out who they were tailing!
Frankie glanced up at the skylight. She smiled. It had been her idea to have it centered directly above the king-sized bed. She sighed contentedly. The day had dawned bright and clear, a perfect summer’s day. She hoped that the steady downpour of the previous night had swept away the oppressive heat and humidity which had enveloped the city for the past week. Last night the stormy weather had made for a cozy romantic night spent in bed, making love for hours, with the love of her life.
She stretched lazily, turned her head and stole a brief glance at the alarm clock, which sat on the nightstand. Ten more minutes until it would go off. She rolled onto her side facing Johanna, her partner, who slept peacefully curled up in a fetal position. Frankie gently touched her shoulder. “Hey, sleepyhead, time to get up,” she whispered close to Johanna’s ear.
Johanna opened her eyes slowly. She flashed Frankie a smile. “Is it Saturday yet?”
Frankie laughed. “No, but why should that matter? The last two cases we were on the clock seven days a week.”
She made a face. “Don’t remind me.”
Frankie ran her fingers through Johanna’s long auburn hair. “I missed you so much,” she whispered.
“These past two days with you have been heaven.” She planted a quick kiss on Frankie’s cheek before sliding off of the bed. “I love lying in bed all day with you, but we’ve got to pay the bills. I’m going to grab a shower.”