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Nightshade Cases

I’m an international, multiple award-winning author with a passion for the voices in my head. As a singer, songwriter, independent filmmaker and improv teacher and performer, my life has always been about creating and sharing what I create with others. Now that my dream to write for a living is a reality, with over a hundred titles in happy publication and no end in sight, I live in beautiful Prince Edward Island, Canada, with my giant cats, pug overlord and overlady and my Gypsy Vanner gelding, Fynn. When transsexual starlet Aisling is murdered, Detective Geraldine Meyers is assigned the case. With help from medical examiner Dr. Rachel Hunter, Gerri realizes this is no ordinary killing. While she might not want to call in over-eager anthropologist Dr. Kinsey DanAllart, the detective is forced to trust her friend's expertise in symbology, even though doing so means admitting "weird" things might be happening in Silver City. As the three friends unravel the mystery of the dancer's death, one thing is made absolutely apparent--something isn't right in their new hometown. And someone is doing everything they can to make sure the truth doesn't come out. In Silver City, sometimes friendship can be murder.

Patti Larsen · Realistic
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Chapter 158

INT. - AGENT FOSTER'S CAR - EVENING

Kinsey sat with Jordan in the back of Agent Foster's car, listening to Gerri explain everything. It felt strange to have this paranormal stuff out in the open, even if it was just with one FBI agent. Foster stared, alternating between looking back over the seat at Jordan and Gerri next to him in the front, his amber eyes full of shock and rimmed with fear.

Gerri didn't stop with Jordan's unique ability, but filled Foster in on some of the other weird things they'd encountered, keeping her voice down, back turned to the waste of space in the back seat. He might catch a few whispers, but Gerri hoped Kinsey kept him distracted enough he'd miss the main gist.

By the time she was done, the detective's voice rough with her own denial despite her words, Foster had regained some composure.

"I'd say you were out of your mind," he said, "if I didn't just see that for myself." He pointed at Jordan's leg. And swallowed. Swallowed again. "Okay."

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