Poetic Injustice
Detective Samantha Colby wants a promotion, bad. So when she lands the high profile murder case of a celebrity television judge, she’s determined to solve the crime as quickly as possible.
Medical Examiner Dexter Hawkins is a Harley riding, smooth-talking bad boy. Samantha knows his type, and she's not jeapardizing her career or her heart by getting too close to him.
Too bad keeping her distance might prove as difficult as catching the killer.
Length: 3 hours, 6 minutes
Author: Alicia Dean
Narrator: Paige Holt
"Poetic Injustice was a great “who done it” romance with more than one possible killer. I was drawn in by the mystery and suspense of the killing and detective work being done. Overall, I thoroughly enjoyed the story..." Tanya at Joyfully Reviewed
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Excerpt:
The crimson-black stain spread from the woman’s head wound and ended unevenly in the center of her blonde hair. It would almost look as if she'd been interrupted in the midst of a bad dye job, except she was lying face down, leaching more of the dark blood into the supple leather of the cream-colored sofa.
Detective Samantha Colby bent closer, trying to see the victim’s face without touching the body. She couldn’t. Nor could she see signs of any other injuries. Not that any were needed. The bloody gavel lying on the floor next to the corpse had been more than sufficient.
Sam rose and blew out a breath, resisting the urge to remove her jacket. The heat was oppressive, unusual for Cincinnati, even in July. The sweltering temperatures magnified the smell of decay, not something one would expect to encounter in a five million-dollar mansion. CSI techs wandered in and out of the room, cameras flashing, baggies opening and closing as evidence was neatly secured.
Sam’s olive shell, minus the navy blazer, would be much cooler attire, but it would probably show her armpit stains. It wasn’t the image a ‘together’ homicide detective should present.
She turned to the uniform, Walburn, and said, “Got an ID on the vic?”
His eyes glittered with excitement. “It’s not confirmed, but the house belongs to Mona Morrison.” He watched Sam expectantly.
“Mona Morrison?” Sam lifted a brow.
“You know, Judge Mona.”
She’d heard of Judge Mona, although she’d never watched her program. Judge Mona was a television judge who tried ‘real’ cases in front of millions of people.
Great. If the dead woman turned out to be Judge Mona Morrison, this was going to be one of those high profile cases with the captain demanding it be solved yesterday.
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