Widow's Row

Widow's Row

Lala Corriere

Language: English

Pages: 284

ISBN: B004BA52QW

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


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Breecie Lemay fears the gun hidden in her father's staircase is the same weapon that killed her mother. In search of the truth, she's thrust into a world of her father's only true legacy... lies.

Warnings become death threats because she knows too much.
She knows nothing.
She can trust no one.

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Killer Hair (Crime of Fashion, Book 1)

A Mystery of Errors (Shakespeare & Smythe, Book 1)

Secret Sins

Dead Men Don't Crochet (A Crochet Mystery)

Fruit of All Evil (A Farmers' Market Mystery)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

detailed an intricate burgundy and beige fresco painting of flora, fauna, and exotic feathered birds. “She was very talented,” I said. “Enough to realize she deserved better than an airhead Ari for a husband.” A circular desk and oversized chair graced the center of the room, accentuating the curvature of the magnificent architecture. Kate started giggling. She must have been watching me in secret delight, and I must have been drooling. “No excuse now,” she said. “For?” “That

to do. “Thanks.” I took a seat in the leather chair nearest the fireplace. “Ari, do you know why I’m staying on here in Trinidad?” “Kate tells me you’re a budding novelist.” I blushed at the thought. That Kate was crazy. “I figure I’m your main character, ya know. Your hero. And you’re sticking around to observe me in action.” “I’m here to help my father. He’s recovering from a stroke.” “Yeah, yeah. I did hear something like that. Damn decent of you.” “Have you ever heard of

dead-end. He couldn’t find anything on her. It seemed Naomi had been aloof toward me ever since I asked her about Erin McGinnis, not to mention the eerily odd coincidence she owned a chinchilla coat. “Hey, Breecie. Long time no hear,” he said. “I have another small case for you here in Trinidad,” I said. “Trinidad?” “Yes, I’m still down here. I know things didn’t work out with the last missing person job, but this should be a little easier. I just need a background check, that kind

made provisions along with his will. You know, long-term care. I can check it out.” “Why didn’t I think of that?” “Because you’re a lawyer in a Podunk practice, when you should be up here with the major players. Your mind is getting dull.” Dad was a senior partner with the largest law firm in Washington, D.C. Adam started working as a criminal prosecutor for the same firm when he graduated William and Mary School of Law. Dad and some of his old cronies were grooming Adam for a political

stupid things I’m not exactly proud of. I’ll pay my dues with my maker, just like everyone else.” I heard an edgy penance in his voice. It went beyond any regret he might have for buying a plush job for his undeserving daughter. What the hell wasn’t he telling me? An old wooden swing in the corner of his backyard, its slats weathered and splintered, began to creak and sway with a sudden breeze. I wondered how many mornings Dad might have sat there with Erin McGinnis at his side. “My

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