With a not small list of potential people the judge has wronged, Audrey and her friends have a rough ride ahead of them trying to decide who had a motive, means, and opportunity to put the judge in an early grave. With the help of Derek Hennessy, erstwhile enemy turned very good friend, and her normal crew of cohorts, Audrey won’t stop until the threat no longer looms.
Top Ten List
- I’ve been to lots of foreign countries, including Germany, China, and Mexico among others.
- I have six kids, and yes that is a lot
- I was on a TV show in the early 90s.
- I used to pretend I was a fox/mermaid combination whenever my friends pretended to be superheroes.
- My first book was written in the 80s and the heroes name was Marvin. I don’t know why I thought this was a good idea. Thankfully, it was lost many years ago.
- I have a weird autoimmune disorder that makes me potentally allergic to literally almost anything. And then then the next day I won’t be allergic to that particular thing anymore. It’s sounds fake, but it’s not. It’s called MCAS.
- I was a musical theater major my freshman year of college.
- I don’t really have a bucket list. But if I did the only thing that would be on it is going places.
- I don’t really watch TV or movies. They require a lot of attention for me and it always ends up feeling like a chore. There’s probably only half a dozen shows I’ve actually seen every episode of, my favorite being Chuck.
- I LOVE true crime. Like in a way that is maybe slightly unhealthy . I listen to so many true crime podcasts.
No matter what, Gretchen would say she was okay. She was strong like that. I wouldn’t have been able to hide my fear or unhappiness, because I had no skills at hiding my emotions at all. It was clear for the world to see, like a highway sign on a busy turnpike, any time I felt anything at all. Gretchen would be sitting in a cell pretending nothing was wrong right this moment, while I was out here trying to hold back tears.
Woody shrugged. “They haven’t told us anything. Come on. I’ll take you to the others.”
As near as I could figure, the room where Woody led me contained all the families waiting for their loved ones to have bail hearings. This was the place where people learned if they could afford to bring their family member home, or if the option would even be offered. It hadn’t occurred to me before now that maybe they wouldn’t let Gretchen go. Nor had it occurred to me how we would pay the bail. Gretchen had plenty of money. I did not. I assumed we would work something out once we knew the total.