Bygie Hudson’s isolated life as an artist was perfect… except for her husband. Her seclusion is shattered when the police arrive to tell her there has been an accident. The man she’d been married to for fifteen years, and considered divorcing for fourteen, is dead… and they believe she may be behind it.
As she fights to clear her name, she learns her husband has been selling far more than cars through their successful dealership, and the corruption is linked to a prominent judge… with tentacles reaching straight into San Diego PD. The deadly fallout puts her life in jeopardy.
When a witness disappears, and the threat of a reporter on the hunt for headlines is removed, lead Detective Tom Hall is told to walk away from the case. But the widow is an enigma. Unwilling to let go, he risks what’s left of his stalled career by following leads on his own time. He refuses to let Bygie walk away until he uncovers the truth.
Sometimes, you just can’t see crazy… even when it’s staring you in the face.
5.0 out of 5 stars Lots to Like, June 21, 2014
“I have found a new author I will be turning to time and again. Love her style and how the story doesn’t drag on and on. Characters are very believable. Certainly had me fooled on this. Will be watching for Ms. Shannon. Recommend to anyone who loves a good who-done-it.”
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
I challenged myself to break out of the essay mode of a free lance writer and write a full on story. At times, I’d put it away, defeated, only to bring it back out several months later. Thankfully, I’d always find a kernel of inspiration to follow.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
At first imagining, I would make the character a real person in my mind! I could picture them just as if they were standing in front of me, It’s fun to imagine how someone I know would react/act in different situations and take that small truth and exaggerate it. Naming characters was a treat.
His polo shirt was her favorite shade of blue, a word she liked to feel roll off her tongue. Nervous energy had her repeating the word. Periwinkle. Periwinkle. Periwinkle. Catching herself, she blushed. She headed towards a chair, but took a seat on the matching ottoman, regretting the decision as she landed. She felt small and childlike. She straightened her spine to compensate.
“My partner will be joining us,” Hall stated. “I apologize for the delay.”
His manner had the warmth of a dead fish. He still had sunglasses parked in place and what she could see of his face was an empty canvas. She couldn’t warm to anyone who didn’t smile.
“I don’t have much time.” She picked at a hole in the knee of her jeans. “I’m pretty busy. Could you tell me why you’re here?”
“When did you last speak with your husband?”
“Uhhh, early last evening? I worked late in my studio and fell asleep there. He wasn’t here when I came back to the house. He’d left for work. Why?”
“Back to the house? Where is your studio located?”
“It’s here, above the garage. I work a lot of late nights. What’s this about?”
“So your husband was home most of the night?”
The direct question caught her, “Uhhh, I don’t know for sure. I was focused on a project.”
“If he left, what would he have been driving?”
“His Mercedes, a big SUV thing. Why do you want to know? Has he let speeding tickets go unpaid? I’ll make sure he calls you.”
The sound of the doorbell made her jump.
Hall removed his sunglasses and revealed dark, flat eyes. “That should be my partner. Would you like me to answer the door?”
Bygie believed the detective was here due to the mess Lars was in.
Hell, he probably knew more than she did.
She rose, heading to the door on shaky legs, feeling so ashamed of her husband she could kill him.
Jill is a freelance writer who lives near San Diego and spends time in South Dakota whenever she can. When she’s not writing, you’ll find her on the Bonneville Salt Flats or the dry lakebed of El Mirage racing her 1941 Indian.
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