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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 164

(FADE IN :)

INT. - MELTON HOTEL GARAGE - NIGHT

Her footsteps echoed in the quiet of the parking garage, her shadow lengthening and multiplying before snapping back as she passed beneath the dim lights above. Not that she noticed, her head down, thumbs busy over the screen of her smartphone as she texted with a grin on her face.

Thx for dinner. Had a gr8 time.

No service. She shrugged, slipping the slim, black device into her shoulder bag, one foot splashing through a small puddle, deep enough to make her curse. A drip of water fell from above, a crack in the concrete allowing a tiny stream of water to invade the third level. She paused, shaking off the moisture from her Pradas, pausing to wipe at the expensive leather with a tissue from her bag.

Discarding the dirty bit of paper to the ground, mind already elsewhere, it wasn't until she dug deeper in the contents of her purse her ears perked. Footsteps, low and heavy, coming from behind her, caught her attention. Held it.

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