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Not at Liberty

Marva Dale is the pen name for author Debra McReynolds. Retired from the public relations field, Debra now spends her free time indulging in her passion for writing. "I used to fill my school notebooks with stories," Debra relates, "and then add artwork to go along with them. My second grade teacher, Mrs. Daley, predicted that I would be a writer one day." A fan of the mystery genre, she enjoys crafting tales with a twist of suspense, a touch of romance, and a bit of humor. Debra and her husband, Dale, make their home in El Paso, Texas, with their dog, cats and rabbits. Sexy, black lawyer, Liberty Sloane is asked to defend a deaf public relations executive accused of killing a well-known physician. Dr. Daniel Baumgard, known for his philanthropy, just opened a new shelter for abused women, although he also ran a women’s healthcare clinic that offers abortions. Madeline Kime promoted the doctor’s endeavors through her PR agency while harboring deep secrets concerning the Baumgard family, including the doctor’s son, Rhett, a congressman, and his socialite wife, Savannah. So who hated the doctor enough to stab him in the foyer of his own home? Liberty has a number of suspects on her list, including a pro-life group, not to mention the additional crimes of stolen clinic files and a blackmail scheme. To complicate matters, she has to fend off the advances of one-time boyfriend Preston Durrell, a private detective, while entertaining a new romance with the officer on the case, Sergeant Byron Keats. Worse, Liberty planned a Caribbean vacation with her BFFs, but has to postpone it in order to defend her client for murder one.

Marva Dale · Urbain
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Chapter 27

The houses in Thoreau Park had been built with simplicity and functionality in mind, constructed to optimize the elements while requiring little maintenance.At eye level, Maddy Kime's house resembled a Cape Cod cottage in design with slate-blue shingles and a base of fieldstone.But once the eye traveled upward past the low-slung roofline, her house became a study in function with white triangular beams that held solar panels.

At the front door, Liberty took note of the wreath hanging there, made of twined branches sprayed a peach-pink color and decorated with little silk flowers, an ode to spring.Ringing the bell, she immediately summoned David Vreeland who gave her a welcoming smile as soon as he opened the door.

He was dressed casually in a blue shirt, an indigo sweater vest, and a pair of brown slacks, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to reveal his muscled and golden-haired arms."Good afternoon, Liberty.I hope it wasn't too hard to find us."