Special Skills
When the Investigator Becomes the Prey
Manhattan seemed a small town shrouded in mystery after a local celebrity’s disappearance. The dearth of clues or witnesses perturbed the police enough to engage me. I have certain…skills they usually refuse to entertain. I discovered the missing man had been involved in unsavory dealings, despite his sterling image. Suspicion grew as I uncovered evidence pointing toward foul play. With the help of intuition, I pieced together the puzzle and uncovered the truth behind the actor’s disappearance. However, as I closed in on the culprit, I realized that my own life was in danger and would need to save myself.
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Delaney Howard
Writer of romantic suspense, and apparently fiction of other varieties too. Reader of all the words, theater nerd, liberal, teacher, wife, dog-mom, optimist. http://www.delaneyhowardwriter.com/
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