Join Terri on her quest to find a home for the diamond, which may result in the unveiling of a murderer – if she survives long enoug
“Now,” Mrs. Collins said as she sat back with her own cup of coffee. “I’m sure you’re curious about Jessica.” Terri nodded but didn’t dare speak for fear her curiosity would come across as excitement, which was morbid considering the poor woman was dead. “Phil?”
Mr. Collins cleared his throat. “Our niece Jessica was only twenty-five when she was killed.”
Terri gasped. “Killed? Oh no! What happened?” She leaned forward, her coffee and pie forgotten.
“That’s what we’d like to know,” Mrs. Collins snapped. Her husband reached over and grasped her hand.
“She was murdered three years ago,” he explained.
Terri set her coffee and pie on the coffee table, no longer interested in Mrs. Collins’ culinary skills. “Oh no. Who would do such a thing?”
Mr. Collins shook his head. “We don’t know. The police have labeled it an unsolved mystery.”
“I don’t think they’re even looking for the killer anymore. They say it was a random act of violence.” Mrs. Collins snorted in a very unladylike manner at that idea. “As if violence is something random. This entire country has gotten too used to violent acts, if you want my opinion.”
Terri had no response to that. What did you say when someone told you a loved one had been murdered and the police had no clue what happened? Instead, she reached down for her purse and took out the necklace. “I have no words of comfort, but perhaps you’ll at least find some comfort in the return of her necklace.” She held it out to Mrs. Collins who just shook her head.
“Actually,” Mr. Collins cleared his throat. “We don’t want it.”
I grew up reading everything I could get my grubby hands on, from my mom’s Harlequin romances to Nancy Drew, to Little Women. When I wasn’t flipping pages in a library book, I was penning horrendous poems, writing songs no one should ever sing, or drafting stories which have thankfully been destroyed. College and a stint in the U.S. Army came along, robbing me of free time to write and read, although on the odd occasion I did manage to sneak a book into my rucksack between rolled up socks, MRIs, t-shirts, and cold weather gear. After surviving the army experience, I went back to school and got my law degree. I jumped ship and joined the hubby in the Netherlands before the graduation ceremony could even begin. A few years into my legal career, I was exhausted, fed up, and just plain done. I quit my job and sat down to write a manuscript, which I promptly hid in the attic after returning to the law. But being a lawyer really wasn’t my thing, so I quit (again!) and went off to Germany to start a B&B. Turns out being a B&B owner wasn’t my thing either. I polished off that manuscript languishing in the attic before following the husband to Istanbul where I decided to give the whole writer-thing a go. But ten years was too many to stay away from my adopted home. I packed up again and moved to The Hague where I’m currently working on my next book. I hope I’ll always be working on my next book.