Deadly Deception Release Day!
Book Blurb
Detectives
Booker Dixson and Lashelle Valentine must deliver the news to Jonas Faraday’s
widow which is the worst part of their job. Neither believes it should have
been ruled an accident.
Booker
and Lashelle uncover a connection between Marcie’s late husband and her
father’s medical clinical trial. Coincidence or ploy? Booker Dixson does not
believe in coincidence.
Deadly
Deception is a thrilling journey to uncover the secrets that threaten to
shatter the perfect picture of Marcie and her family.
She
paused at the top of the stairs. It had been two years since she’d felt this
paralyzed. The day the officers had told her about her family, to be precise.
She drew in a deep breath as she realized she’d been paralyzed ever since.
It was time to take control.
With
determination, she tackled the closest box. After three boxes, now marked for
charity, she understood she was still procrastinating on what she had come to
do.
With
renewed purpose she surveyed the boxes until she found what she’d really been
looking for, her husband’s work belongings. Bold letters indicated the content.
WORK FILES. Would she find what she needed in this first box?
She used
the scissors to cut the packing tape and gingerly lifted the flap. She quickly
realized the files were old and only records of completed cases. They were the
first to visit her father’s shredder.
Tears
slipped as she fed the paper to the machine. Her husband’s life was reduced to
a container of shredded paper. He’d been on his way to the top. Though he
hadn’t talked much about the account he’d hoped to land that fateful day, she
had felt his anticipation almost as if it had been her own. His excitement had
told her it was something special. She sat back on her heels as she realized
something. He was keeping it a secret because he was going to surprise her with
whatever it was when he landed it.
Three
boxes later she found, POLICE FILES. Her stomach churned, she swallowed down
her trepidation. Come on Marcie. Where is
that woman full of grit? She could almost hear Jonas say the words.
She used
the back of her hand to swipe at the dampness on her cheeks. Her hands trembled
so hard she was barely able to open the flaps. Once done, she realized she was
staring across the room at the wall. Unwilling to look inside, she closed her
eyes a moment. Lowering her head, she drew air into her lungs and held it
there. Her eyes slowly opened as she released her breath.
Plastic.
It took a moment for her to understand what she was looking at. The bag with
all of her husband’s personal effects from the accident. She opened the bag and
carefully pulled out the items one by one. At the bottom were her daughter’s
hair clips and her favorite brush.
Her
vision wavered as she turned her attention to the contents of the box. She
reached for Tori’s backpack. Frozen
characters in the background and Olaf
happily dancing in the forefront. Her throat clogged with the tears that wanted
to continue to fall.
“Oh,
Tori you loved that snowman.” She swiped at her cheeks. “They have another one
out, Frozen II. We could have gone…”
Her words ended in a sob, she pulled the pack to her face and inhaled, hoping for a whiff of her daughter.
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