Chapter One
"Ahhh!" Jesus! Sonuvafuckingbitch!!!
Lieutenant Palmer had just turned back from the big picture window
of the cramped office six floors above Police Plaza, to hang up the phone
after making yet another patiently irate call to Office Services checking on
furniture ordered eight months ago, and thereseated silently in the
wooden folding chair across the Lieutenant's crowded deskwas the first
murderer Palmer had ever sent to prison.
Instinctively, the Lieutenant crossed her arms over her blouse to cover
her breasts.
Her pulse surged. Her entire physiology sounded a well-orchestrated
general alarm. Heart jumped, endorphins released, mouth went dry,
stomach muscles clenched, in a fight-or-flight symphony of physical
response. Memory came flooding back on a river of nausea. Five years,
three promotions, twenty-four more mur ... read full excerpt from The Heat of Lies ebook