Innocent or guilty—there’s nothing perfect about it.
Phoebe Davidson is a good girl who’s been through some bad times. Her life changed forever when she learned that her husband was living a secret life. Now, six years later, she’s just going through the motions of her life, afraid to let anyone in.
When a horrific crime occurs in her home, she meets Logan Matthews, a police detective working the case. When Phoebe herself is charged with the murder, can she trust Logan? Can she, and should she let him into her life?
“Turn around nice and slow there buddy.”
What the hell?
I do as ordered. My eyes meet his, and I can see his determination, even in the dark. I can also see that he has a shotgun aimed directly at me, and he looks like he’s not afraid to use it. How did I not hear him coming?
“What do you think you’re doing?” he asks calmly.
He’s not very tall, under six feet for sure, but he looks even shorter due to his slouched stature and bare feet. He doesn’t have much hair and what he has is stark white. His wrinkled face scrunches just before he spits to his right in a somehow graceful motion, as if he’s been doing it his whole life—he probably has. I feel his stare pierce through me.
“I asked you a question.”
“I was just checking on Ms. Davidson, um Phoebe. I didn’t want to bother her, but I wanted to make sure that she’s okay.” Why do I suddenly feel like a pubescent teenager who’s been caught by a protective father?
He sighs. “You know her?”
“We’ll see about that?”
“Arnie, do I need to call the police?” A feminine, but gruff voice shouts from the yard of the house next door.
“Not yet, but keep the phone handy,” he yells back.
Great. I can just imagine Fuller or one of the other guys answering that call. I would never live that down. I have to come clean.
“Actually, sir,” I say as calmly as possible. “I’m the police.” His eyes rove over me again from head to toe. “I have my badge in my left pocket.”
“Okay, let’s see it. Use one hand. Nice and easy.” He motions toward my left side with the shotgun.
I fish in my pocket with my left hand and retrieve my badge. Arnie takes it from me and holds it up to catch the cast of his own porch light. He studies it closely and then lowers his gun. Relief courses through my veins, although I know that this is far from over.
I live outside Washington, D.C. with my wonderfully supportive husband and two daughters, one of which is approaching her teenage years. Help us all! If that isn’t enough, we have a Great Dane and an English Bulldog to keep us on our toes. It’s crazy around here and I love every minute of it!
Writing is my third career. I didn’t set out to be a writer, it was just meant to be. My Mechanical Engineering degree from Virginia Tech prepared me well for my first career as an Engineer/Program Manager. My second career was in Human Resources. Long story, but I figured it out. I believe the best start for a writing career is to be a reader first and I’ve been an avid reader my whole life. I’ve loved to read ever since I picked up my first Nancy Drew mystery in the fourth grade. Now I love reading just about everything, but I don’t read sad books and I don’t watch sad movies either for that matter, no matter how many awards they’ve won. Life’s too short and who needs all that strife to bring us down?
Many of my words have been penned late into the evening, which explains why I’ve never viewed whatever television show you recommend to me. I would, however, love to hear your recommendations for a great read!