About the Book
Author: Lisa Regan
Genre: Mystery / Thriller
Fourteen years ago, high school track star Sydney Adams was gunned down in Philadelphia’s Fairmount Park. The investigation yielded useless clues, and the case went cold. But homicide detective Augustus Knox never gave up on finding Sydney’s killer. Now, retired from the police force and with only months to live, he enlists the help of private investigator Jocelyn Rush to clear the case once and for all.
Armed with little more than a theory as to who murdered Sydney, Jocelyn tries to lure a killer into the open. But unraveling the mystery means facing off against a cunning psychopath whose ruthlessness knows no bounds. When more bodies start to pile up, Jocelyn has to decide just how far she’s willing to go to catch a cold-blooded killer.
Lisa Regan is an Amazon bestselling crime/suspense novelist. She has a Bachelor’s Degree in English and Master of Education Degree from Bloomsburg University. She is a member of Sisters In Crime, Mystery Writers of America and International Thriller Writers. She lives in Philadelphia with her husband and daughter. Her debut novel, Finding Claire Fletcher won Best Heroine and was runner up in Best Novel in the eFestival of Words Best of the Independent eBook Awards for 2013. Her second novel, Aberration won Best Twist in the 2014 eFestival of Words Best of the Independent Book Awards. Her third novel, Hold Still was released by Thomas & Mercer in 2014 and has been translated into German. She is at work on her fifth novel. Find out more at www.lisaregan.com.
Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Lisa-Regan/e/B009YY091I/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1
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Cash waited until the door closed behind her before stepping toward Jocelyn. Her heart rate ticked up a beat. She made a conscious effort not to back away from him. She’d killed more formidable foes than him, she reminded herself. Plus Inez, Anita, and Trent were right inside.
“How could you do that?” he asked.
Jocelyn kept her face blank. She stood perfectly still. Calm. “I’m sorry?”
He paced before her, gesturing wildly toward the restaurant. “The photo,” he spat. “My wife is here with me. My wife!”
“Mr. Rigo, I’m not sure I understand what’s going on here.”
He threw his arms in the air, still pacing rapidly. He glanced behind her as if to make sure Francine wasn’t approaching. “My wife,” he said. “She doesn’t know. Sydney and I—we—” He broke off.
“Your wife doesn’t know what, Mr. Rigo?”
He froze and looked down at the ground as if considering something. When he looked back up at her, he seemed calmer somehow.
“You’re not with the police, right? I mean I know the police are here. Don’t try lying. I saw that man back there by the bathrooms. He’s a detective, I bet. Here from the police. But you, you’re not with the police, right?”
“I’m a private investigator,” Jocelyn answered.
He drew closer, his voice quieter. “If I tell you something, you can’t—you can’t, like, do anything about it, right?”
“I’m not a priest, Mr. Rigo.”