This is a story of the OTHER side...
Can we make contact? If we did make contact, would we recognize it?
The subtleties are... you decide.
"The wind touched me again as I looked down at the flat sand in front of me. It had been twenty years, but I could still smell her perfume."
The first time I saw her, I was in awe. How in Gods name did my friend land this Venus de Milo? She was not the kind of girl to have staples in her belly, like some picture in a magazine; she was the epitome of grace and beauty. She would look at home in the loftiest rooms and halls the world had to offer. I was truly shocked. Shortly there after, they were married.
Book Four in Belinda Lawrence mystery series. Confirming the Professor was murdered proves to be a challenge and, gradually, as they get to know those associated with the Manor House, Belinda and Hazel discover another murder and an intricate web of
Willa Goodheart, honest and hard-working white collar worker finds herself connected to a police investigation for a serial killer; and she hasn't a clue why - that is, until she begins digging.
