White Lie
Book 2 in the Margot Harris Series 4
A prominent politician’s son finds himself in the crosshairs of the police a second time, charged with the murder of an escort.
Margot Harris is hired to help with the investigation. What is puzzling is that he is more interested in having Margot track down another escort rather than gathering evidence in his favor.
Margot goes to work on both cases just to discover that the two may be intertwined. And that the missing escort isn’t the only one in danger.
If Margot doesn’t act soon more lives may be at stake. With time running out she must unravel the clues to uncover the truth and reveal the killer before it is too late.
Dive into this fast-paced murder mystery thriller with plenty of action, and experience the captivating world of crime and deception.
This is book 2 in Margot Harris Mystery Series 4, which can be read as a stand-alone book but is best enjoyed as a series.
White Lie
Book 2 in the Margot Harris Series 4
White Lie
EXCERPT
Prologue
“Who are you? Where’s Jeff?” Gloria asked the impossibly thin guy sitting in the easy chair Jeff usually sat in.
“Jeff isn’t here.”
“No shit,” Gloria said as she looked around the apartment.
Everything seemed normal except for the weird guy sitting in Jeff’s chair. She thought about turning around and walking out—the skinny dude was giving her the creeps—but she’d come here for a reason. It was weird for Jeff not to be there, but weird was kind of to be expected from the guy she bought drugs from.
“You wondering if I can sell you the real good, breaking bad level shit Jeff does?” the skinny guy asked.
“If you’ve got some of that real good, breaking bad level shit, sell it to me. It sure sounds better than the low rent crank Jeff usually has.”
The skinny guy made a face, “Low rent? Stuff I cook isn’t low rent.”
Gloria shrugged. “Didn’t know you were the chemist. Do you have some? Or not?”
“I don’t know. If my stuff is low rent to a low rent whore…”
“I might be a whore, but no one ever called me low rent.”
The skinny guy looked her over and she could tell he couldn’t argue that point even if he wanted to. Though she was used to men ogling her, having the chemist do it made her skin crawl.
“Hey,” she told him, “I’ve got places to be, so I’m only going to ask one more time, do you have some? Or not?”
“I’ve got plenty, but my friend has something for you to be first.”
“Something for me to be?”
“Yup.”
“What does he want me to be?”
A voice behind her said, “An example.”
Gloria turned just in time to take an aluminum bat to the face.
END OF EXCERPT