...ese screen. Folding a panel, he looked out the window and let the pent-up air seep from his lungs. His was the lone car in the parking lot. Arnold... ...irmed the two signatures. Everything appeared satisfactory, and he pulled a wallet from his back pocket. “Thank you, gentlemen.” He fanned out t... ...ent to his desk, opened a drawer and brought out a slim gold case. Selecting a card from it, he jotted on the back, and handed it to the man. “Shou... ...e word haunted her. It was an alien idea she couldn’t shake. Eons ago, she’d left Georgia, and never considered returning to the insular South of h... ...e they’d founded the city of Roston, not long after Oglethorpe founded the state of Georgia. “Any clue what Bobby’s calling about?” she asked, ho... ...turtleneck. She grabbed the pea coat, too, since it was abnormally chilly for South Georgia. The evil eye. She’d experienced its terrible gaze... ...elieve he’s gone. Had a nice service though.” His voice was still Louisiana swamp country. She didn’t recall Guy at the service. The last time... ...den hair and scarf blowing together, her black coat flaring. “You’re obviously not country,” Laura Kate said. “Where are you from originally?” ... ...?” “The O’Connells are a venerable old Georgia family famous for its war heroes and poets. Statues of Black Bert O’Connell are on every town square...

...Laura Kate O'Connell left her life of excitement as an overseas news correspondent to return to her Georgia hometown to raise her two young cousins. When Royce Lee, Laura Kate's attorney, supposedly commits suicide, too many pieces of evidence tell a different story. Her instincts as an investigative reporting are tingling,...