ANNOUNCING THE RELEASE OF MY LATEST BOOK: UNDER SUSPICION
Inspired by a true story....
Unwittingly becoming a major link in solving the murder of her beloved friend, Brianna’s association with Investigator David Sherman creates a ripple effect that nearly destroys her marriage before she stumbles on grisly evidence pointing to the killer.
Brianna has a near perfect marriage, or at least she thinks she does, until Maggie, her dearest friend, goes home one day from work and disappears. Then Brianna’s world begins to crumble when she is drawn into the investigation via contact with Investigator David Sherman with the Sheriff’s Department, a man her husband jealously despises. Given the ultimatum by her husband to choose between him and David, she refuses to be manipulated, thus, prompting a bitter separation.
Hurt and disillusioned, while overwhelmed with grief by her dear friend’s disappearance, Brianna is faced with dissolving her relationship with David or disclosing a secret to her husband involving his and her families that can possibly resolve their marital issues concerning David, but would likely cause negative affects on other’s lives.
While Brianna is trying to sort out the problems in her marriage, the investigation into Maggie’s disappearance and suspected murder turns cold until she stumbles onto evidence that leads to a vicious killer and a grisly murder that shocks the roots of an entire community. Now, Brianna has only one chance left to save her marriage…
Excerpt
Nathaniel’s truck was gone when Investigator David Sherman arrived. Walking fast he probably made it to his truck in less than twenty minutes.
A little less noticeable now in his jeans, boots, and pullover shirt that he’d worn out to the woods early that morning where searchers continued looking for Maggie’s body, he stepped across the threshold of Pepe’s Pub.
Pepe greeted him not too ceremoniously.
“What the hell you doing here again? I thought we conducted our business last night.”
“Just a few questions I need to clear up,” David countered with a scalding frown.
Pepe glanced up and down David’s body from wind blown hair to cowboy boots. “Well, at least you’ve improved your style. Man, get your business done quickly and leave. My customers aren’t comfortable with badges parading around here.”
“Glad to oblige,” David said, sniffing the aged smell of beer, cigarettes, and sweat. If there was any oxygen in the place his lungs were having trouble finding it.
He questioned several old drunks who admitted seeing Nathaniel at Pepe’s on the night of the murder. He jotted down notes about the time they saw Nathaniel there and the time they thought he left.
David inquired if anyone saw Nathaniel talk to anyone at the bar, show interest in any of the customers, or act strange by saying or doing something that drew attention to him. About all David got out of them is that they’d seen Nathaniel come in, but hadn’t paid any further attention to him.
“How is it you noticed him coming in, but didn’t notice him leaving?” David asked.
“Every one of us watches the door when it opens, afraid it might be our old lady coming to drag our asses home. That’s why we turn to look at everybody that comes through the door," said an old snaggle-toothed drunk.
“How do you know when someone is coming or going?” David asked facetiously.
“That’s easy. If you see an ass, they’re going. You see a face, they’re coming.”
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