The bio ended with Shane Halloran's death in 1973. His motorcycle had sailed off an ice-covered bridge in Upper Manhattan during a freakish April snowstorm. It was rumored Holly Malone had been with him. I stared at my aunt. "You're saying . . . you're saying that was me? I'm Holly? And I . . .died?
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About the Author
Flo Fitzpatrick was born in Washington D.C. and spent her formative years moving across countries and oceans as an Army brat. She has little memory of living in a chateau in Orleans, France, but firmly believes the Gothic setting sparked a lifelong love of mystery and romance. Flo holds degrees in dance and theatre, and has shuttled from Texas to New York and back again most of her adult life working as a performer, teacher and choreographer. A foot injury a few years back kept her home long enough to realize she could write without having to stand up, and her love of wacky characters took off from there.