Guilt Before Innocence: Beach Murder Mysteries
Autor Rue Elliotten Limba Engleză Paperback – 30 iun 2012
A blood-soaked body is found in one of Virginia Beach’s oceanfront hotels. The only clues are a business card and an artist’s knife ߝ both belong to Caitlin Connor. Not only was she the last known person to see him alive, the police believe she is guilty of murder. To make matters worse, the lead detective is Wade Broussard, a man she hoped never to see again.
Sparks ignite between them as the evidence mounts against her. The police have built a case to prove her guilt. Can Caitlin prove her innocence? Or will she be the killer’s next victim?
Sparks ignite between them as the evidence mounts against her. The police have built a case to prove her guilt. Can Caitlin prove her innocence? Or will she be the killer’s next victim?
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Specificații
ISBN-13: 9781938467141
ISBN-10: 1938467140
Pagini: 195
Dimensiuni: 127 x 203 x 11 mm
Greutate: 0.22 kg
Editura: Koehler Books
Seria Beach Murder Mysteries
ISBN-10: 1938467140
Pagini: 195
Dimensiuni: 127 x 203 x 11 mm
Greutate: 0.22 kg
Editura: Koehler Books
Seria Beach Murder Mysteries
Recenzii
“Guilt Before Innocence is a delight, filled with unexpected twists and enriched by a deftly rendered setting along the oceanfront of Virginia Beach. With a fresh, honest voice, and with insight, humor, and compassion, Rue Elliott explores not just the murky depths behind a series of murders, but the deeper mystery of how submerged truths are revealed by the processes of art, and the deepest mystery of all, the ways love lives on in wounded hearts.”
— Tim Farrington, author of The Monk Downstairs and Lizzie’s War
— Tim Farrington, author of The Monk Downstairs and Lizzie’s War
Notă biografică
Rue Elliott started her writing career by telling herself bedtime stories. Eventually, she progressed to actually putting words on paper, starting many a tale and finishing none, with new ideas continuously stepping in to vie for her attention. Finally, in the summer of 2010, she completed her first novel.
She has studied under authors Tim Farrington and Janine Latus, and belongs to the Writer’s Unleashed critique group. Her work has also appeared in the magazine The Quotable.
In addition to her work as a writer, Rue is a glass artist. When she is not spinning tales, she can be found in her workshop with either kiln or torch.
Educated at Marshall University, she believes that learning never ceases and constantly looks for ways to improve her craft.
She has studied under authors Tim Farrington and Janine Latus, and belongs to the Writer’s Unleashed critique group. Her work has also appeared in the magazine The Quotable.
In addition to her work as a writer, Rue is a glass artist. When she is not spinning tales, she can be found in her workshop with either kiln or torch.
Educated at Marshall University, she believes that learning never ceases and constantly looks for ways to improve her craft.
Extras
Chapter 1
“You’re late.” Arnie grumbled.
“Am not. Have thirty-six seconds to spare,” said Caitlin, checking the zebra print watch on her wrist. It was the only concession to her artsy personality in this black and white world of being a server at Waterman’s restaurant. Her black slacks and matching button down blouse were crisply pressed, a sharp contrast to the slightly crumpled wash-and-wear look of most of her co-workers. Auburn hair was tucked into a neat bun at the nape of her neck.
“Cuttin’ it awful close,” the bartender muttered. Arnie always had to get the last word in.
Caitlin blew him a kiss as she breezed past. She knew his grumbling was all bluster. Arnie watched out for her like an older brother, and as such, tended to try to run her life. It was a small price to pay to have the sense of family she had never experienced.
She keyed her number into the system just before it rolled over to the next minute, put her purse in the locker and pulled out an apron. She put a couple extra pens in her apron pocket. By the time she had it tied snugly around her waist, she was standing in her spot alongside the other dinner shift servers, ready to receive her table assignments.
Thursday evenings weren’t too busy, as the tourist season was still a couple of weeks away. Caitlin joked with the regulars at the bar as she called in drinks. She easily kept her half of the patio area going smoothly.
The open air patio was Caitlin’s favorite section. It took a little more walking to pick up orders, but it was worth it. The sounds of waves breaking a couple hundred yards away blended with the gulls to provide the perfect backdrop.
She was heading outside again, water pitcher in hand, when she heard her name. She turned and was surprised as she recognized the man smiling back at her.
“Derek Houston! What are you doing here? You look great!” And he did. Blond hair, blue eyes, everything the stereotypical surfer had been made of when they attended Old Dominion University together a decade earlier.
“You’re the one that looks fantastic!” he countered. “You haven’t changed a bit.” His grin was infectious.
“You’re late.” Arnie grumbled.
“Am not. Have thirty-six seconds to spare,” said Caitlin, checking the zebra print watch on her wrist. It was the only concession to her artsy personality in this black and white world of being a server at Waterman’s restaurant. Her black slacks and matching button down blouse were crisply pressed, a sharp contrast to the slightly crumpled wash-and-wear look of most of her co-workers. Auburn hair was tucked into a neat bun at the nape of her neck.
“Cuttin’ it awful close,” the bartender muttered. Arnie always had to get the last word in.
Caitlin blew him a kiss as she breezed past. She knew his grumbling was all bluster. Arnie watched out for her like an older brother, and as such, tended to try to run her life. It was a small price to pay to have the sense of family she had never experienced.
She keyed her number into the system just before it rolled over to the next minute, put her purse in the locker and pulled out an apron. She put a couple extra pens in her apron pocket. By the time she had it tied snugly around her waist, she was standing in her spot alongside the other dinner shift servers, ready to receive her table assignments.
Thursday evenings weren’t too busy, as the tourist season was still a couple of weeks away. Caitlin joked with the regulars at the bar as she called in drinks. She easily kept her half of the patio area going smoothly.
The open air patio was Caitlin’s favorite section. It took a little more walking to pick up orders, but it was worth it. The sounds of waves breaking a couple hundred yards away blended with the gulls to provide the perfect backdrop.
She was heading outside again, water pitcher in hand, when she heard her name. She turned and was surprised as she recognized the man smiling back at her.
“Derek Houston! What are you doing here? You look great!” And he did. Blond hair, blue eyes, everything the stereotypical surfer had been made of when they attended Old Dominion University together a decade earlier.
“You’re the one that looks fantastic!” he countered. “You haven’t changed a bit.” His grin was infectious.
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A blood-soaked body is found in one of Virginia Beach's oceanfront hotels. The only clues are a business card and an artist's knife - both belong to Caitlin Connor. Not only was she the last known person to see him alive, the police believe she is guilty of murder. To make matters worse, the lead detective is Wade Broussard, a man she hoped never to see again.
Sparks ignite between them as the evidence mounts against her. The police have built a case to prove her guilt. Can Caitlin prove her innocence? Or will she be the killer's next victim?
Sparks ignite between them as the evidence mounts against her. The police have built a case to prove her guilt. Can Caitlin prove her innocence? Or will she be the killer's next victim?
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A blood-soaked body is found in one of Virginia Beach’s oceanfront hotels. The only clues are a business card and an artist’s knife ߝ both belong to Caitlin Connor. Not only was she the last known person to see him alive, the police believe she is guilty of murder.