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.

When transsexual starlet Aisling is murdered, Detective Geraldine Meyers is assigned the case. With help from medical examiner Dr. Rachel Hunter, Gerri realizes this is no ordinary killing. While she might not want to call in over-eager anthropologist Dr. Kinsey DanAllart, the detective is forced to trust her friend's expertise in symbology, even though doing so means admitting "weird" things might be happening in Silver City. As the three friends unravel the mystery of the dancer's death, one thing is made absolutely apparent--something isn't right in their new hometown. And someone is doing everything they can to make sure the truth doesn't come out.

In Silver City, sometimes friendship can be murder.

Nightshade Cases

INT. to EXT. - THE STARLET LOUNGE - EARLY EVENING


Gerri acted on instinct. As soon as she saw Ray heading for the stage door, she knew, trusted her gut when it warned her to move.


Kinsey was right behind her. Gerri could feel her keeping pace, though her panting told Gerri Kinsey really needed a few weeks at the gym to build up her cardio. Not that it mattered when Ray was up ahead, crashing through the stage door, falling out into the night.


Gerri's gun was in her hands, her stomach in her throat, as she leaped through the opening into the night and pulled the trigger. "Police! Drop the knife!" So her warning came after the fact, after her bullet cut through Curtis's thigh and dropped him to the filthy pavement, sending Ray spinning to the side, falling to her knees. To his credit, the bartender didn't let go of his weapon, clinging to it like his was part of him.


Chapter 26