The Last Lie She Told
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Hightower was convicted by an alphabet string of federal agencies on over a dozen charges and would be behind bars for years to come. Ryan, although probably a part of the theft, wasn’t indicted on any charges from that incident. However, he would be spending the next eight years in prison for aggravated assault and battery with a deadly weapon.
“Well, how does it feel to be leaving?” Lee asked.
“Freeing,” I said, giving him a squeeze as we walked around the empty apartment.
“You’re sure it’s OK to leave the key under the mat for the landlord?” he asked.
“Absolutely, he’ll have the broker showing the apartment in an hour,” I said. “So let’s pick up my bags and get this show on the road.”
“No regrets?” he asked.
“No regrets,” I said. “I’m excited to see the warehouse you set up for your work.”
“You think Fiona is at her new job?” I asked. “Will we ever find out what happened to her?”
“My gut can’t even formulate an answer. We were sent on a wild goose chase that started with her and what happened to her might be the only answer we won’t ever have. The best I can do is say its main purpose was to bring us together,” he said, gently kissing me.
“Now. I have a surprise, and Mary will kill me if I spill the beans, but I’m going to live wild. Mary had the construction people wall off space in the warehouse for an office for you. If you get tired of being alone, you can write there during the day when you want. It’s soundproof, and she really did a great job decorating it. Well, to be honest, it probably was her niece, Emma, and Jax’s wife who did the decorating. But we’ll give her credit, or she’ll be hurt,” Lee said.
“God, Lee, I feel like a freeloader. She’s letting us use her house and now this?” I said.
“Belle, Mary’s thrilled to have moved in with Emma to help her with the twins. I offered her rent for the place, but she said it was paid off, and all she asked was we keep it up and if we wanted to, improve on it. I’m certain she wants us comfortable so we won’t want to leave, and so we’ll buy her house once we’re settled there,” Lee said.
I gave the place one last look.
“Are you sure there’s nothing else you want to take as a reminder?” he asked.
“Nope. Furniture is with Goodwill and all I want is in my two bags. Letting go is freedom,” I said.
We crossed the threshold of my apartment, and I entered my new life.
THE END
THREE: Deception Love Murder
TWO: Mind Games and Murder
ONE: Rage Vengeance Murder
Kathleen McGillick is a practicing attorney who sorts through the pieces of people’s lives much like a puzzle master. Each piece carefully placed makes up the whole of this unique person. Who is this person? What drives them? What makes them tick? What are their deepest secrets and unspoken fears? No surprise she ended up writing a legal thriller!
Why and how people commit crimes has always held an interest for her and that is reflected in her latest novel.
Kathleen grew up in New York and has lived in Georgia for thirty-three years. She has enjoyed a career in nursing as well as the law. After obtaining a Bachelor of Science degree in Nursing, and a Master of Science degree in Nursing she set out fifteen years later to obtain her Juris Doctorate. This varied education and experience helped mold the eclectic writer she is today.
She considers herself a global citizen and an avid international traveler. With her son in tow as an early travel companion she has visited over eighteen countries in the last twenty years. Some cities like Paris, London and Rome deserving multiple returns. A pilgrimage to London at least every two years is a must to keep her batteries charged and give her the history fix she craves. In her spare time, you can find a book in her hand or wandering through an art museum. Kathleen is a mother and grandmother as well as the food lady to her cats and any wild life that wanders to her porch.
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