August 29, 2017 – Assistant District Attorney Asia Reed is relentless about not losing a case. But she’s fighting a losing battle in the faith department. Now approaching forty, never married and with no children, a growing sense of unease has made her weary about her career and life.
When a former boyfriend and prominent defense attorney is gunned down in his office, Asia is jolted into action, determined to find out who’s responsible. Only hours before his death, Adam Locklear insists they meet about information she needs to know. Did Locklear’s death have anything to do with what he wanted share?
Detective Isaac Coleman seems to think so. Asia is determined to find out!
How to Order
August 29, 2016
Tymm Publishing LLC
She stepped inside. The Locklear Law Firm was a sleek set of offices fitted with modern furniture, not at all like the traditional look and feel of her state-owned office building.
She called out, “Adam?”
His office was probably less than ten yards away directly to her left. She expected him to step out like he usually would. His thick hair would tell her what kind of day he’d had. If it was smoothed back, he’d obviously had a big win that day. If his salt and pepper mane was tousled, Adam had spent most of the day about to pull his hair out over a case. He didn’t like when things were messy, but he enjoyed the challenge.
That was the other thing she liked about him. He presented this persona in the courtroom and with clients, but she’d seen his “real” human side.
Asia frowned. Maybe he was on the phone. As she moved closer towards his office, she would have heard his booming voice. He wasn’t the kind of person with an inside voice.
Something was wrong. It was way too quiet. Adam expected her so he wouldn’t have stepped out.
Before she stepped inside Adam’s door, her senses heightened. There was a metallic smell in the air. She gripped her bag and compelled her legs to move inside Adam’s office. There were two lamps on, one on the desk and a tall lamp in the back corner across from his desk. She could see the buildings across the street through the two large windowpanes on either side of the desk.
Whether her mind was preparing her for the scene, she didn’t know, but her eyes focused on Adam’s thick hair first. It was tousled. Then she saw his face. She stared in disbelief as her already wearied brain tried to process. Somewhere she heard a screeching noise.
It was coming from her. She was screaming.
Her eyes watered as she observed the blood-spattered wall behind Adam’s desk. His head was leaned back against his beloved black leather chair, eyes vacant.
She covered her mouth and stumbled backwards. Tears ran down her eyes as she fumbled for her phone. She had to get help.
Oh, Adam. What happened? Who did this?