The
Last Lie She Told
Lies and misdirection rule the game.
To some, Fiona O’Dell is clever and manipulative. To others, she is a dangerous sociopath. One thing is certain - she’s trouble wherever she goes. Now she has vanished from her job, but not before being seen leaving a motel room where one man is found dead, another on the edge of death. Is this grizzly crime scene a BDSM encounter gone wrong? Or is it related to a company data breach where all three are employed?
Private security
expert Lee Stone and NYPD Detective Belle Hughes are assigned to the case. In a
race to find Fiona, they track her across four states and shocked to find men
from her past are being murdered. With little information and even less
evidence, each new crime scene brings more questions than answers.
While secrets are
revealed, there is only one conclusion: Fiona controls the game, the players,
even the course of the investigation. The danger escalates, and the game must
be mastered, or all fall victim to it. As Lee and Belle struggle to put all the
pieces together, the two investigators find their relationship heats up as they
are drawn to each other. Looking for a murder mystery with a feisty female
detective that’s filled with twists and turns? Explore The Last Lie She Told
for a thrill ride that leaves you guessing until the end.
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Excerpt
What a night.
Fiona’s face floated through my dreams. I was chasing her down blind alleys,
and every time she was within reach, I couldn’t get to her. She evaporated into
a matrix of digital codes, reassembled herself, and ran again. How had I gotten
to this place of being a glorified bounty hunter? Belle was right; solving the
case wasn’t my concern, and I should let it go.
I rolled over on my side, shook the ethereal face of Fiona from my mind, and replaced it with Belle’s. Such a pretty woman and what a spitfire. Every time I was near her, my heart beat quicker, and my breathing was more difficult to control. Whoa, that’s crazy, I thought. I can’t go there. But she was the first woman who had held my interest for longer than a potential sweaty roll in the sheets. I had to shake that shit off! I wasn’t up for a relationship. I wasn’t relationship material anymore; that had died with Debby.
At 7:00 a.m. the phone buzzed, and Jackson’s name came up on my screen.
“Hey, Jax, you’re up early; what’s up?”
“Mary said you got ahold of the PI’s file, and it had great background information. She also said the next Mrs. Stone will be there in two hours. Talk to me.” He chuckled.
“Okay, first, take anything Mary says about my love life with an enormous grain of salt. Second, yes, the file was a well-documented biography of Fiona O’Dell from birth to present. While a page turner, it gave us no information that will bring us any closer to finding her. She has no patterns,” I said, getting up to start the coffee machine.
“Well, not necessarily,” he said.
“How’s that?”
“The girl is hooked on kink; it’s her fix. Every state she’s been, there’s a place she gravitates to and attaches herself. For whatever reason, her safe place is anything involving sex she can control. If she’s in Boston, then she might possibly be back with her old ring. What’s your plan when you get up there?” he asked.
“I don’t know, man. She’s a social ghost with no social media digital footprint like other people her age. Mary probably filled you in that she bounced from foster home to foster home. She has no connections, no relationships. Even her roommate, who lived with her almost two years, had limited reliable information. If I had access to her financials, I could track her cards. The best and the only lead is that Belle said Fiona spoke to Mahir two days ago, and it’s my hope she’s still here.
“But she might be on her way to Boston by now. I thought it might help if we talk to the guy, Chuck Evans, she accused of assaulting her in Boston before we have the sugar daddy meetup. I’d like to get a read on him, but I’m not convinced he’ll speak with us. If it were me, I’d want that chick so far in my rearview I might even go for hypnosis to wipe her from my mind.” I poured the steaming coffee into the plain white mug, waiting to take that first hit of caffeine.
“How are you going to find this guy in Boston? He might have moved away,” he said.
“The guy’s in the PI’s file. There’s a last known address in Newton, and unless he moved in the last eight months, it’s a valid address. The phone number he had isn’t working. But this guy’s all over social media, so I should be able to get a fix on him after Belle leaves. One thing I’ve learned is these schools are skilled at keeping unpleasant information tight. It’s terrible the way they handle things by relying on the school to investigate the incident and leave law enforcement out of the loop. If Fiona hadn’t gone to the hospital in such bad shape in LA, there’s no way there would’ve been a record. The school would have investigated and dispensed their punishment.
“I’d like to know what it was about these two guys that drew Fiona to them as her fall guys. Mahir’s family has money for a shakedown written all over them, but I don’t get the feeling this other guy comes from money. I’ll touch base with you before we leave for Boston,” I said, stretching. “Jax, my gut says she doesn’t have the missing drive. If she did, why not sell it, and then disappear? Why drive all the way to New York to extract some crazy-ass revenge when you can collect your millions and go?”
I rolled over on my side, shook the ethereal face of Fiona from my mind, and replaced it with Belle’s. Such a pretty woman and what a spitfire. Every time I was near her, my heart beat quicker, and my breathing was more difficult to control. Whoa, that’s crazy, I thought. I can’t go there. But she was the first woman who had held my interest for longer than a potential sweaty roll in the sheets. I had to shake that shit off! I wasn’t up for a relationship. I wasn’t relationship material anymore; that had died with Debby.
At 7:00 a.m. the phone buzzed, and Jackson’s name came up on my screen.
“Hey, Jax, you’re up early; what’s up?”
“Mary said you got ahold of the PI’s file, and it had great background information. She also said the next Mrs. Stone will be there in two hours. Talk to me.” He chuckled.
“Okay, first, take anything Mary says about my love life with an enormous grain of salt. Second, yes, the file was a well-documented biography of Fiona O’Dell from birth to present. While a page turner, it gave us no information that will bring us any closer to finding her. She has no patterns,” I said, getting up to start the coffee machine.
“Well, not necessarily,” he said.
“How’s that?”
“The girl is hooked on kink; it’s her fix. Every state she’s been, there’s a place she gravitates to and attaches herself. For whatever reason, her safe place is anything involving sex she can control. If she’s in Boston, then she might possibly be back with her old ring. What’s your plan when you get up there?” he asked.
“I don’t know, man. She’s a social ghost with no social media digital footprint like other people her age. Mary probably filled you in that she bounced from foster home to foster home. She has no connections, no relationships. Even her roommate, who lived with her almost two years, had limited reliable information. If I had access to her financials, I could track her cards. The best and the only lead is that Belle said Fiona spoke to Mahir two days ago, and it’s my hope she’s still here.
“But she might be on her way to Boston by now. I thought it might help if we talk to the guy, Chuck Evans, she accused of assaulting her in Boston before we have the sugar daddy meetup. I’d like to get a read on him, but I’m not convinced he’ll speak with us. If it were me, I’d want that chick so far in my rearview I might even go for hypnosis to wipe her from my mind.” I poured the steaming coffee into the plain white mug, waiting to take that first hit of caffeine.
“How are you going to find this guy in Boston? He might have moved away,” he said.
“The guy’s in the PI’s file. There’s a last known address in Newton, and unless he moved in the last eight months, it’s a valid address. The phone number he had isn’t working. But this guy’s all over social media, so I should be able to get a fix on him after Belle leaves. One thing I’ve learned is these schools are skilled at keeping unpleasant information tight. It’s terrible the way they handle things by relying on the school to investigate the incident and leave law enforcement out of the loop. If Fiona hadn’t gone to the hospital in such bad shape in LA, there’s no way there would’ve been a record. The school would have investigated and dispensed their punishment.
“I’d like to know what it was about these two guys that drew Fiona to them as her fall guys. Mahir’s family has money for a shakedown written all over them, but I don’t get the feeling this other guy comes from money. I’ll touch base with you before we leave for Boston,” I said, stretching. “Jax, my gut says she doesn’t have the missing drive. If she did, why not sell it, and then disappear? Why drive all the way to New York to extract some crazy-ass revenge when you can collect your millions and go?”
Author
Bio – K. J. McGillick was born in New York and once
she started to walk she never stopped running. But that's what New Yorker's do.
Right?
As she evolved so did her career choices. After completing her graduate degree in nursing she spent many years in the university setting sharing the dreams of the enthusiastic nursing students she taught. After twenty rewarding years in the medical field she attended law school and has spent the last twenty-four years as an attorney helping people navigate the turbulent waters of the legal system. Not an easy feat. And now? Now she is sharing the characters she loves with readers hoping they are intrigued by her twisting and turning plots and entertained by her writing.
As she evolved so did her career choices. After completing her graduate degree in nursing she spent many years in the university setting sharing the dreams of the enthusiastic nursing students she taught. After twenty rewarding years in the medical field she attended law school and has spent the last twenty-four years as an attorney helping people navigate the turbulent waters of the legal system. Not an easy feat. And now? Now she is sharing the characters she loves with readers hoping they are intrigued by her twisting and turning plots and entertained by her writing.
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