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. - 9th PRECINCT to REVEREND STERLING'S MANSION - EVENING


Gerri didn't pause, didn't let herself think. There was nothing to think about. She bypassed the gathering crowd, ignoring their questions, their stares. They didn't matter. She had her killer.


And was about to take down his maker if it meant giving up her badge to do it.


She made it to her car without exploding. Slammed the door and drove far too fast to the precinct. Stomped up every single step to the bullpen at the 9th and through the captain's door.


He was still there, working in front of his glowing computer screen. He didn't seem surprised to see her.


"I heard," he said, voice low. "But, even if the kid was alive, we have no case." He pushed a folder toward her. Gerri didn't bother flipping it open, waiting, vibrating, for an explanation. "The second body and all evidence is gone. We're to pretend these are missing persons."


"Says who?" Gerri bit her tongue, drew a breath past her rage. "Sir."


Chapter 28