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. - FIRST NATIONAL BANK OF SILVER CITY - MORNING


Gerri pounded down the steps to the vault, the bank's manager huffing behind her.


"You need a warrant, Detective," he said as she outdistanced him, gun in her hands. Jackson took a right at the bottom of the stairs in the quiet of the basement, heading down the corridor without being asked to check the exits. Imagine. He was doing his job like a good little boy.


"What I need," Gerri said, spinning to push the man back, stopping him in his tracks, "is for you to stay right here." She'd already confirmed with his shaking clerk who'd escorted the nice older man and his pretty daughter downstairs to their safety deposit box they hadn't left yet. Gerri hoped she was in time to catch them with something incriminating or she'd be up to her ass in paperwork over charging into a bank without authorization.


Her gut told her this was the right thing to do. And, by damn, she wasn't about to question it now.


Chapter 75