Fourteen-year-old Tessa Ryker hears shots. Sees someone leaving her home. The sharp tang of gunpowder invades her senses as she enters the house. Before she understands what she smells or her eyes adjust from the outside brightness, she covers her mouth in horror. Her mother dead on the hallway floor. Her father dead in the living room a gun in his hand.
It looks like he killed his wife and then himself. But Tessa knows what she sees isn't true. She saw the killer. Knows who he is.
Who can she tell? Who will believe her?
Tessa Ryker’s running scared, seeking a place to hide, to disappear before the killer discovers she saw him and finds her. Now everyone’s after her: the killer, the police and Rachel Cord and her Confidential Investigations team.
About the Author
First, and foremost, I’m a reader. It’s a rare night I’m not tucked in with a book before bed. Books are as much a part of me, my DNA, as the Conarys, Dames, Longs, Fullers, Cousins and Chiltons on back to that first amoeba that tweaked to life in the long forgotten primordial ooze. And I try to write stories I’d like to read.
I write many types of stories but private investigator Rachel Cord is my modern-day Cyrano de Bergerac striding through Raymond Chandler's mean streets. James Rockford in drag. She's a what-you-see-is-what-you-get woman who's not afraid to take chances or make mistakes and is willing to let the reader into her darkest moments as well as her accomplishments. She holds nothing back.
I come from a long line of New Englanders and was raised on the sunny shores of Southern California. For 20 plus years I lived and worked in different parts of the country and the world courtesy of Uncle Sam. I currently live in Southern Georgia with my wife and two cats.