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.

A tragic accident strips sixteen-year-old Emily Underman of her three best friends. Depression consumes her as life becomes the endless gray place of feeling nothing. Until her little brother goes missing, jerking her out of her emotional coma. That’s when her friends appear. Haunting her, driving her to madness. Trying to tell her something. Making her question the motives of the lead detective on her brother’s case. Doubt the nice man next door. And making it hard for her to resist the only person who understands her—the detective’s son, Todd. Guilt forces her to trust the spirits of her ghostly friends who lead her closer and closer to the kidnapper—and redemption.

Best Friends Forever

The police station smelled like ancient cigarette smoke, mold and burnt coffee. They led her into a small room with an oh-so-obvious one-way mirror, a beat up metal table and a chair barely supporting her slight weight. She was freezing, too, teeth chattering every now and then as she hugged herself for warmth. They cranked the air conditioning, to make her uncomfortable, probably. Did they not realize everyone watched cop shows these days? Knew their stupid tricks?


They left her alone for a long time. It felt like forever, but it was only long enough for her knees to stop bleeding. At least they gave her some bandages for them. The paramedic pretty much insisted, actually, despite Brandsom's rough handling and denials.


Chapter 31: More Suspicions