Eat Crow and Die (A P.J. Benson Mystery - Book 3)
by Maris Soule
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Published by: Five Star Publishing
Release Date: May 20, 2015
Length: 281 Pages
P.J. Benson knows Sheriff’s Detective Wade Kingsley wouldn’t blow up his own boat to kill his ex-wife and her new husband, Michael Brewster. Sure, Wade wasn’t happy that his ex was taking their six-year-old son, Jason, to live in California, but Wade and Jason were also onboard the boat when it blew up. Wade would never have endangered his son that way. Nevertheless, the investigating detectives consider Wade their prime suspect, and Wade’s ex in-laws loudly accuse him and threaten to file for custody of Jason.
Under the circumstances, P.J. is certain this isn’t the right time to tell Wade she’s pregnant, but bouts of morning sickness give her away. Wade is upset by the news. P.J. wonders if it’s because he’s afraid he’ll be put in prison for a double homicide he didn’t commit, or if he’s afraid the new baby will cause P.J. to become schizophrenic, as was the case with her mother. Even P.J. is worried about that. Although Wade doesn’t want her playing detective, P.J. soon discovers that Michael Brewster wasn’t as great a guy as everyone thought. But did anyone hate the man enough to kill him?
♦The Book Excerpt♦
“Okay, okay,” I said, pushing myself to my feet. I just hoped my stomach stayed calm long enough for me to tell the caller I couldn’t talk.I stumbled into the dining room and grabbed the cell phone from the table as it began to ring again. “What?” I practically yelled.“P.J.?”I recognized Wade’s sister's voice immediately. Ginny has a sexy, throaty way of talking that always reminds me of Marilyn Monroe. She’s also a very nice person and certainly didn't deserve to be yelled at. I softened my tone. “Yeah, it’s me.”“I tried your home number. I don’t know where you’re at, but there’s been an accident.”“Accident?” I sank onto the nearest chair. “What kind of an accident?”“Wade’s boat,” Ginny said. “It’s . . . it’s blown up.”“Oh my God.” I’ve been on that boat, fished off it, gone swimming off it. Wade and I have made love on it. The Freedom is Wade’s pride and joy. But it wasn’t the boat I was worried about. “What about Wade? Was he on it? Jason? The others?”“I think so. I mean, I think Linda and her husband were on it.”“But not Wade?”“Yes. I mean, yes, he was on it. And so was Jason. I don’t know about Linda and her husband.”Wade’s boat blew up, and he was on it. Wade and Jason. I hated to ask the next question. “Is Wade dead?”“No,” Ginny said. “Damn, why do I always get behind a slow car when I’m in a hurry?”“Where are you?” I asked, hearing a horn blast.“On East Michigan, heading for Kalamazoo. Listen, one of Wade’s friends from the marina called me just a while ago. He said he was out fishing when Wade’s boat exploded. He and some other boaters helped fish Wade and Jason out of the water and got them to shore. He said Wade and Jason are being airlifted to Bronson.”“They’re taking them to the hospital?” That didn’t sound good. “How bad are they?”“I don't know. The guy said Wade was unconscious when they pulled him out of the water, but he was talking by the time they put him on the helicopter.”“And Jason?”“He seemed to think Jason was okay. Shaken up, but okay.”“And you said they’re taking them to Bronson?”“That’s what I was told.”Bronson Hospital was located in downtown Kalamazoo, roughly thirty miles from my house. I could be there in forty minutes or less. But first I needed to change clothes, put the dog out, brush my teeth . . .“I’m at home,” I told Ginny. “I’ll be there as soon as I can. Call me on my cell if you find out anything.”
♦About Maris Soule♦
Writer, teacher, artist, wife, mother, dog trainer, horse rider, boater. Maris Soule can list an array of occupations and avocations. Even as a writer her 29 published books span a variety of genres and subgenres, ranging from short stories to romances, romantic suspense, and mystery. A two-time RITA finalist, Soule has placed in and won several writing contests. Born and raised in California, Soule and her husband now spend their summers in Michigan and their winters in Florida.