Chapter Eight – Wound Catalogue When Persey finally turned onto Jarod’s country road her cargo deck was loaded with groceries and farmer’s market flowers. The flowers were her gift to herself. Because, “I deserve to get something out of this.” Roy didn’t appreciate flowers. Sometimes he criticized her purchases just to remind her who paid…

Chapter Seven – Model Prisoner If Ned hadn’t been standing right there, she would never have agreed to have lunch at Duvie’s. Duvie’s was a nasty cop bar; a smelly Irish pub where the only females were tired barmaids and teeth-gritting token cops – an acceptance that was more of a rejection really, Persey thought,…

Chapter Six – The Visual Cliff “Dissociative, violent behavior.” He repeated his point. “Bedwetting, animal torture, fire setting.”She tore her eyes away from the distant woods. She knew he had seen her jerk of recognition.“Mean something to you?” He smiled at her with twisted lips.Roy had accused his brother of all those things. It was…

Chapter Four – Jeopardy Surface After Babe left, there was still one mission to accomplish so important she couldn’t even wait for that longed-for cup of coffee. She dialed Bish’s number.To her considerable relief, Cinda answered. “Hi, Persey here. Hope I didn’t wake you up. Just checking to see if you’re still speaking to me.”…

Chapter Three – Pattern Injury She dropped Digger off at the Pride ‘n’ Groom. It was still early afternoon, but as she pulled up to her house, she was presented with yet another hill to climb. Babe’s eggplant-colored Cadillac was parked (askew as always – she complained that the driveway was wrongly calibrated) right out…