Chapter One

The men in the bar suddenly went silent. Nobody moved or shifted about. They just stared at the woman who had walked in.

    She was tall and blond and attractive and in her early thirties at the most. Her clothes were expensive—faded jeans, blue blazer with a white turtleneck sweater beneath it. She looked like real money. The men followed her with their eyes, all wondering who she was and what she was doing in a seedy bar on the south side of Santa Monica.

    Was she a hooker? Naw, most of the men decided. No one in Sully's could afford her type.

    A boozer? Probably not. At least she didn't have the appearance of one.

    A housewife cheating on her husband, waiting for The guy she was screwing on the side? Maybe.

    The men were talking in low voices, but they kept their ears turned ... read full excerpt from Fatal Care ebook