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. - SILVER CITY COURT HOUSE - LATE AFTERNOON


Gerri's second stop was much less fraught with fury and more speculative. While part of Gaylene's story panned out, it seemed the second half was bunk.


"No idea what you're talking about." Gander Isaacs brushed crumbs from his tie and gulped a drink of coffee while shuffling giant piles of files around on the surface of his desk. His assistant looked about as harried as he should have been, but the District Attorney just looked invigorated. He'd only been elected to his position a few months ago, so she wondered how long his enthusiasm would last.


"So, Belinda Patterson wasn't bringing evidence to you against her husband?" Maybe she shouldn't have been so disappointed. After all, Gerri's job was about finding the truth and solving crimes, not arresting people for fraud. Still, there was something oily and despicable about Daryl she would have been more than happy to insult by tossing his ass in jail.


Chapter 175