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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 255

INT. - CONGRESSMAN BARNES'S OFFICE - NIGHT

Kinsey looked over the young technician's shoulder, knowing her attention wasn't speeding him up any, but feeling rather useless in the whole situation. When he finally looked up and smiled at her, one of those patient but back-off-lady smiles, she smiled back and retreated.

"Sorry, ma'am," he said, going back to his computer console, thin framed glasses catching the light from the screen, faint frown aging his maybe twenty-five years another decade. He'd wired it into the panel on this side of the wall. "This could take some time." He gave her another apologetic smile.

"No wifi?" She meant it as a joke.

"Not with a closed system," he said, shifting inside his light blue overalls, tight across the round paunch of his belly. Too many beers, or not enough exercise. Both? She almost shook her head. Focus, DanAllart. The kid is talking to you. "Unless you want someone on the outside to be able to hack it."

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