Note to publishers/ Contact me to review a book proposal or complete manuscript. My co-author is award-winning screenwriter and children's author and publisher, Joni Sensel. Check out her site. A True Story The day big Eddie Franklin led their handicapped daughter up the sidewalk to their door, Sandy and Pete Crowe had no idea that the imposing man gripping Kelli with one hand and a bag of red licorice with the other was once a hitman for the mafia. Sandy didn't know she'd soon serve coffee in the morning to professional murderers, arsonists, and pornographers and tea at night to the FBI. And when she and her husband did realize what was going on, they no longer had any choice. |
Lilywhite CoverPrologue Pete dropped, hard, to the ground beside the car. Pain shot through him as his shrapnel-damaged legs were kicked into a spread-eagle. "Fuck," he heard Jamar say. "You're dead, Frank. Dead. I knew you'd bring me heat." A heavy foot planted on Pete's back pressed his breath out with an "unnnnh!" He gritted his teeth against crying out as his arms were wrenched behind him and cuffed, the torque forcing his face into the scraping grit of the concrete floor. Dead fish and sweating bodies and mildewed wood and long-spilled oil assaulted his nostrils. "...right to remain silent. If you choose to waive that right..." Rough hands jerked him to his feet, propelling him by the cuffs to a car at the far entrance "...anything you say...." Jesus, there must be thirty cops here! He got a glimpse of Jamar being shoved into a squad car before a hand on his head forced him down and into the dark car interior "...can and will be used against you" and slammed the door on him. Something's gone wrong! Pete struggled to twist upright on the seat. Sandy-! |
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