The Price Of Redemption
It wasn't his first dead body. Or even his second.
In truth, if Eric Santellis needed to, he could, off the top of his head, remember standing over roughly four, no five, corpses.All died violently. One had been his best friend. Two had been relatives. Two had been strangers who'd had the bad luck and bad judgment to mess with one of his brothers.
But this dead body scared him more than all the others—even though there was no way he could be fingered for her death.
Nope, Eric figured this woman had been dead awhile and he had an airtight alibi courtesy of Florence Prison. And her discovery guaranteed him a spot on the front page of every major newspaper—again.
Unable to stand the stench any longer, Eric stumbled across the shed's uneven flooring. In places, the boards had given in to age, neglect, and some spots were little more than earth. He tripped up the two narrow steps leading outside and to fresh air, sunlight and wide-open spaces. A moment later, he thought there might not be enough fresh air in the world to rid his nostrils of the stench of his discovery. Once he could breathe again, he flipped open his cell phone and started searching for ... read full excerpt from The Price of Redemption ebook
