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My detective novel SILHOUETTE is FREE today and Monday on Amazon. Here's an excerpt featuring small-town prosecutor Ben Harper interrogating corporate CEO David King, whose white supremacist past casts him in the worst possible light during Ben's triple-murder investigation.
Forty-something King is a complex character. His twenty-something girlfriend Amanda is a rising young attorney and also Black; and New Orleans police detective Sam Marshall has personal reasons for throwing suspicion on him. King can be an unctuous S.O.B., too, a real sociopath.
But bad behavior doesn't prove murder.
“AM I UNDER ARREST?” David King asked Ben Harper.
“If you keep acting like you have something to be arrested for.”
“I came here alone,” he said, in Ben’s office. “No attorney. No Amanda.”
“I need that DNA sample.”
“I didn’t kill my wife. As for throwing bodies in swamps, who does that?”
“Nobody you know, right?” Ben said.
“Marshall’s a dinosaur,” King said. “Right out of a muggy movie about G-men and lynchings.”
“You and he have a history.”
“Sort of. WinCo wouldn’t hire his kid. He blamed me. Did some digging. Found some dirt, so he said.”
“Your wife know about this?”
“Of course. First thing Marshall did was go to her daddy. Lorse exaggerated the story when he tried to push me out.”
“That why your wife left you?”
King laughed. “I left her. Fell out of love.”
“I thought you said you still loved her.”
“Love is not the same as in-love, Mr. Harper. I know that sounds trite, but it’s true.”
“Amanda seemed to think differently.”
“You guys an item?”
“Not anymore. Broke it off six months ago. She, not me.”
“How’d your wife take that?”
“What? The start or the end?”
“I heard she was furious,” Ben said.
“Heard from whom? Her father?” King took a deep breath and sighed it out.
“Amanda told me not to come.”
“Why did you?”
“She said you were reasonable.”
“She’s right. Do I need to get a warrant for the DNA?”
“You know, Mr. Harper, there’s an irony here. I’m being investigated for the murder of a white woman. The daughter of a prominent white businessman. Without a shred of evidence, mind you. At the same time, Sam Marshall said he could prove I was once part of a group that murdered black men, women, and children. But never was I investigated over that. Not once did a cop or a Fed or a Sheriff or a prosecuting attorney knock on my door about my alleged involvement in a hate group. Now, here I am, under investigation because a white woman was murdered. Don’t you find that ironic?”
King stood. “My lawyer will be in touch.”
Ben stopped him as he opened the door. “So were you?”
“Was I what?”
“Part of a hate group?”
“Ask Marshall,” King said. He closed the door behind him.