Never Look Back
Chapter One
If there's a maniac or an ax murderer within a hundred-mile radius, he -- or she -- will come straight to me, Clare Westbrook, hapless attorney at law, like steel filings to a magnet.
Guaranteed.
Take Peter Bailey. Please -- take Peter Bailey.
The very day I opened my new storefront office, in one of Phoenix's less sought-after neighborhoods, he wandered over from the mental health clinic next door and peered at me through the glass door, hands cupped around his face. It was a childlike stance, reminiscent of a little boy yearning after puppies gamboling in a pet store window.
Of course I didn't know his name yet. Nor did I know he was under psychiatric care, though it wouldn't have taken a nuclear physicist to figure it out. He had that look -- eyeballs spiraling in two directions, lean body seeming to hu ... read full excerpt from Never Look Back ebook
