Money isn't worth killing for, or is it?
When her estranged husband is murdered, Stacie Maroni Noth is quickly identified as the main suspect. With divorce papers not yet signed, she may get a substantial inheritance – a clear motive in the eyes of both Noth’s family and the police. His family and law firm strive to keep up the pretense that all is above reproach and idyllic.
In her quest to prove her innocence, however, Stacie discovers she's not the only one with a motive for murder. Could it be a colleague at the prestigious law firm where he worked? Or is it tied to the victim's stance on domestic violence? Or maybe even his threats to reveal family secrets? Whatever the true motive may be, it soon becomes clear that Stacie might be the next victim.
Read an excerpt ( Chapter 1):
When her estranged husband is murdered, Stacie Maroni Noth is quickly identified as the main suspect. With divorce papers not yet signed, she may get a substantial inheritance – a clear motive in the eyes of both Noth’s family and the police. His family and law firm strive to keep up the pretense that all is above reproach and idyllic.
In her quest to prove her innocence, however, Stacie discovers she's not the only one with a motive for murder. Could it be a colleague at the prestigious law firm where he worked? Or is it tied to the victim's stance on domestic violence? Or maybe even his threats to reveal family secrets? Whatever the true motive may be, it soon becomes clear that Stacie might be the next victim.
Read an excerpt ( Chapter 1):
It had been a while since I’d gone to a bar by
myself and I was nervous. It was a Friday night and the DJ joked about song
titles and singles. Not too crowded, a few couples danced to the tune he
played. Other couples and groups sat in booths or tables. The bar was long and
I’d grabbed the last seat at the bar, a great vantage point for checking out
the crowd.
Perched on a
stool by the bar, I was on my second glass of wine when I spotted him. A
dark-haired Adonis in snug jeans and a tapered polo shirt, he scanned the room.
The wine did its job and I felt good. I caught his eye. My soon-to-be ex wasn’t
the only one who could fool around. I winked and he smiled – his smile about
knocked me over. My heart raced as he sauntered in my direction.
“Hi. Care to dance?”
He extended his hand and I nodded. The DJ played a slow song and he was a
strong lead. I couldn’t help but notice the woodsy scent of his aftershave as
he held me in his arms and we danced. When the song was over, he walked me back
to my spot at the bar.
“Can I buy you
a drink?”
“Uh, sure.
Viognier, please.”
I almost admitted
that two was my limit but decided I could sip this one. Viognier isn’t the most
popular of wines. That he didn’t question my choice surprised me. Ted certainly
did. Often.
He signaled
the bartender and ordered the wine along with a scotch and water for himself. “I’m
Rick. Rick Murdock.”
I hesitated
and answered with a smile, “You can call me Barbie.” If this was my once in my
lifetime one-night-stand, I didn’t want to use my real name.
His eyes
narrowed for a split-second before he nodded. The bartender delivered our
drinks and distracted him from the name issue.
“Thanks!” I
lifted my glass and he tapped it with his.
“Cheers! So, Barbie…
what do you think of the music the DJ is serving us?”
I had to give
him credit. It was better than the “Come here often?” I expected. Then again,
Creekview Lounge catered to a different crowd than Rockies. We exchanged
opinions on music and danced to a few more songs.
Along the way,
I finished the third glass of wine, gained a better appreciation of the muscles
in his shoulders and noticed his hazel eyes. As I tried not to stumble, he
caught me.
“You all right?”
I licked my
lip, flicked my hair over my shoulder, and tried for a flirty look. “I think
some fresh air would help.”
His multi-watt
smile came back at me and we walked outside. In the parking lot, we commented
on how good the crisp cool air felt. He leaned toward me and I toward him. The
wine had diminished my inhibitions and I responded when he kissed me. Then his
hand was on my back and I burst into tears.
“I’m sorry. I’m
so sorry. I just… I can’t do this. I’m not as slimy as Ted. I’m so sorry.”
He dropped his
hands and put them up in front of his body as he stepped back. The smile was
long gone. “No problem. No problem.”
I turned and
ran to my car, still crying. After a few minutes and a little calmer, I drove
to my empty townhouse. Thankfully, I didn’t get stopped by a police car or have
an accident.
It wasn’t that
late – a little after midnight. That’s what I told myself as I called my best
friend Jillian. I didn’t get any farther than “I hope it’s not too late” and I
burst into tears.
“Stacie, what’s
wrong?”
I was crying
too hard to talk. I squeaked out, “I went to the Creekview Lounge. I thought I
could be like Ted. That’s not me. I tried and I can’t do this this dating thing
again.”
“Stacie, you
are only 34 years old. You have a great job at Foster’s Insurance Group. You’re
educated and smart. Maybe you could go back to school and get that graduate degree
in counseling you wanted before Ted.”
“I don’t know
about graduate school. What about all the weight I’ve gained? I’m not a size 6
anymore. Each day I find another gray hair. The thoughts of going out and
trying to meet somebody is scary and tonight proved it.”
“You have
beautiful dark brown hair and blue eyes, and so what if you’re a size 10 now.
There’s a man out there – a better man than Ted. Did you see any prospects at
Creekview?”
“Yeah, there
was one guy. His name was Rick. He was a great dancer and when he smiled – wow!”
“So what
happened?”
“Well, I said
I needed a breath of air and then he kissed me. I just lost it. I mean I’m not
even divorced yet. I burst into tears and sat in my car until I could drive.
Then I came home and called you because you’re my friend.” I burst into tears
again.
“Stacie, you
know if this guy was even halfway good-looking and interested, there’s hope.
Was he attractive?”
“Oh, he was easy
on the eyes for sure. Tall, dark, and handsome. Muscular. And that’s not the
alcohol talking. I only had a couple glasses of wine.”
“Was he drunk?”
“No, he didn’t
seem drunk at all. He seemed like a nice guy and a good dancer. He wasn’t pushy
at all and didn’t get mad when I freaked. Maybe because I met Ted there … that
was 12 years ago. We were supposed to have a happily ever after.”
“Listen, Ted’s
scum. You have a lot of years left for happiness. Look at me. I didn’t meet Wade
until I was 30. My thirtieth birthday bash with you and Trina. Remember what
fun we had that night?”
We talked more
about the fun times. Jillian and I shared some laughs and by the time I hung up
I felt much better. I surveyed my townhouse. It had been six months since I
bought it and moved in, but it didn’t quite feel like home. The only pictures
were of my parents and brother, and then a couple of friends. Ted insisted on
keeping our dog, Jasper, and I missed him. Maybe I’d get a dog or a cat to keep
me company.
The next week,
my breakfast on the table, the doorbell rang. When I opened the door, the sight
confused me.
“Ma’am. Mrs. Noth?”
“How did you
find me?” I asked Rick Murdock as he stood on my front step. Even two weeks
later, I hadn’t forgotten how good he looked or how humiliated I felt about
that night.
“Ma’am. Your
address was on the divorce papers. Can we come in please?”
My brain
kicked in and I realized Rick wasn’t talking – it was the other man on the step.
The balding stocky one in uniform with a scowl on his face, a smoker from the
odor wafting off of him. And then I realized Rick was in uniform, too. He still
looked good and gave off a woodsy scent.
“What’s going
on?” My gaze went from one man to the other.
“Mrs. Noth, if
you don’t want us to come in, we can go down to the station. We have some
questions we need to ask you.”
I stepped aside
so they could come inside. “I don’t understand. What kind of questions?”
My thoughts
were running in circles. Could I have broken a law at the Creekview Lounge that
night and not have remembered? Did Rick think I was soliciting? Did they catch
me on camera drinking and driving?
“May we sit down? I’m Officer Flatt and this
is Officer Murdock.”
“Sure… What’s
going on?”
“Mrs. Noth
when was the last time you talked to or saw your husband?”
“As I’m sure
he told you, it was yesterday at a meeting with our lawyers. Is he still
complaining I refused the ‘irreconcilable differences’ lies?” My anger at Ted
surfaced once again.
“What time was
that ma’am?”
“The meeting
was at 3:30. I had to leave work early to make it there on time. He finally
grabbed the papers and left, must have been after 4. I was home before the 5 o’clock
news. I don’t understand. Is he accusing me of something? Are you here to serve
me a gag order?” I huffed, my anger rising.
I glanced from
one officer to the other. Rick avoided my gaze and shuffled his feet.
“No ma’am. Mr.
Noth isn’t accusing you of anything. He’s dead and…”
I didn’t hear
the rest of his sentence. “What? No!” And then I passed out.
I groaned and
opened my eyes. Rick stood there with a glass of water. “Here, drink this.”
I sat up and
looked to Officer Flatt. “I’m sorry. I don’t usually faint. Did you say Ted was
dead? That can’t be. I just talked to him yesterday.”
“That is what
I said. He was murdered sometime last night.”
“Murdered?”
“Ma’am. After
you left your husband yesterday, what did you do?”
“I came home.”
“Can anyone
vouch for that? Anyone here with you?”
“Huh? What? No
one was here with me. It was just me and a half gallon of Rocky Road ice cream.”
Then it dawned on me. This man suspected I’d killed Ted!
“Oh, my gosh.
You think I killed him? I can’t even kill spiders.”
Officer Flatt shook
his head a bit before he answered. “Calm down. We have to ask these questions.”
“I’ll get you
more water.” Rick picked up my glass and disappeared into my kitchen. He came
back with the water and nodded to Officer Flatt. “One empty Rocky Road carton
in the trash.”
I glared at
him. How dare he check my trash? “Just so you know, I didn’t eat it all at
once.”
His mouth
twitched, but he didn’t say a word.
“Just a few
more questions. About your divorce…”
“Excuse me,
but do I need to call my lawyer? I don’t think I should talk to you until I
call my lawyer. Of course, he’s a divorce attorney, but he must know something
about other kinds of law, right?”
Rick was back
to staring at the ceiling and Officer Flatt studied the floor. Standing up,
Officer Flatt put his little book and pen in his pocket. “We’ll be in touch or
Detective O’Hare will be if there are any other questions. Here’s my card.”
He started to
leave, Rick following his lead.
“Wait. Has anyone
else been notified? Do I need to call his family? What should I tell them?
Where is he? Who will take care of the funeral?”
Officer Flatt
blinked before he answered. “You’ll have to talk with Detective O’Hare at the Beckman
Springs Police Department.” He shook his head as he turned and left. Rick
hesitated and then was gone.
My eggs were cold, but it didn’t matter. I’d
lost my appetite.
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