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 BULLPEN to SILVER CITY COLLEGE - AFTERNOON


Ray stepped off the elevator onto the fourth floor of the 9th Precinct, hazel eyes searching the bullpen on the other side of the glass for Gerri and finding her, not at her desk, but striding down the side hall toward her. The tall redhead looked relaxed, like she did when she was sure she had her man. Ray was happy to help, if handing over this evidence meant the end of a case this fast.


Gerri took the plastic bag, signing the chain of evidence sheet, pulling out her own plastic from inside her jacket and holding the two pieces of evidence up to the light. Even Ray could tell with her naked eye the impression on the family photo and the key she'd just retrieved from John Sonnicker's throat were a match.


"I sent swabs to trace," Ray said, following her friend back down the hallway toward the interrogation rooms. "No fingerprints, for obvious reasons."


Chapter 65