Welcome to another Bookish Friday, in which we share excerpts from books…and connect with other bloggers who do the same.
To join in, just grab a book and share the opening lines…along with any thoughts you wish to give us; then turn to page 56 and excerpt anything on the page.
Today’s feature is one of my new books: The Detective’s Daughter, by Erica Spindler
Rourke Conners, 1994
The Hudson Mansion, New Orleans, Louisiana
The first officers had already set up an outer perimeter, closing off one lane of St. Charles Avenue for a half a block in either direction of the scene. Traffic had slowed to a snarl and drivers were pissed. Sorry someone was dead, but damn, it was Friday afternoon, places to go, people to see.
“Just got here myself, Partner. Lunch at my mother-in-law’s. What’s your excuse?”
“It took a minute to get out of the house, that’s all.”
Your father didn’t kill himself . . .
New Orleans Detective Quinn Conners is haunted by her father’s whiskey-soaked, last words—that he solved the Hudson murder and kidnapping. It wasn’t the first time he’d made that drunken claim, and she didn’t believe him. Twenty-four hours later she found him dead by his own hand.
Quinn’s lived with that guilt for five years, so when she receives an anonymous message saying Your father didn’t kill himself she’s determined to crack the cold case and unearth the truth about her father’s death.
Soon, Quinn finds herself entangled in the web of mystery surrounding Grace Hudson’s disappearance and the powerful, secretive family at the heart of it. In too deep, she faces the most important question of all—is the truth worth dying for?
Would you keep reading?