Sense of Deception

Author: Laurie, Victoria

Brand: Berkley Books

Color: Multicolor

Binding: mass_market

Format: Deckle Edge

Number Of Pages: 327

Release Date: 07-06-2016

Part Number: 9734

Details: Product Description
In New York Times bestselling author Victoria Laurie’s thirteenth Psychic Eye Mystery, Abby Cooper senses a convicted killer is innocent, but she’ll need hard evidence to save the woman before it’s too late… 

A ticked-off judge has tossed Abby in the slammer for contempt of court, and during her brief but unpleasant stay she learns the story of a condemned woman who is confronting a far more serious sentence. Skyler Miller has been found guilty of murder and faces the death penalty. Everyone believes she’s guilty, including her own family and her ex-husband—everyone, that is, except Abby, whose finely honed intuition tells her this woman doesn’t belong behind bars.
 
With the help of her husband Dutch and her friend Candice, Abby launches into her own investigation to clear Skyler and find the real killer. But after a final appeal is denied and Skyler’s attorney scrambles for a stay of execution, time is running short—and the list of suspects keeps growing. There’s no margin for error as the life of an innocent woman hangs in the balance. . . .
Review
“[A] nail-biter for sure, with twists and turns all along the way.”—Kings River Life Magazine
 
“[A] captivating read that I simply could not put down.”—MyShelf.com
 
“Entertaining.”—
Publishers Weekly
About the Author
Real-life psychic
Victoria Laurie is the
New York Times bestselling author of the Psychic Eye Mysteries, including
A Fatal Fortune and
Deadly Forecast, and the Ghost Hunter Mysteries, including
No Ghouls Allowed and
The Ghoul Next Door. She lives in Michigan, with two spoiled dachshunds, Lilly and Toby, and one opinionated parrot named Doc.
Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.

THE PSYCHIC EYE MYSTERY SERIES


OBSIDIAN


For Lilly, who was the whole of my heart


Acknowledgments


Chapter One
There was chaos in the courtroom as I was dragged kicking and screaming from it by two beefy bailiffs. After I landed a pretty good kick to someone’s kneecap, the number of bailiffs “escorting” me out of the courthouse increased by two. It would’ve been humiliating if I’d paused long enough in my struggles to consider it. Mostly I yelled my head off and wrenched my limbs back and forth until one of the big and beefies put a can of Mace right next to my nose and threatened to let loose. I piped down quickly after that and settled for glaring hard at my captors before being handed off to a couple of deputies. The deputies made quick work of handcuffing me and placing me into a van for a short road trip to a large loading dock, where I was unloaded and moved inside a big ugly building. After that I was put through the process of getting my butt thrown in jail.
On the plus side, there wasn’t a strip search (thank the baby Jesus!), but I did have a panicky moment during which I seriously regretted my decision to go commando that morning. Some days it just pays to wear underwear.
Still, I had to give up my dress slacks and blouse for an orange jumpsuit, and I don’t care what anyone says: Orange is so not the new black.
After demanding my right to make one phone call for the eleventh time, I was handcuffed and led down a dark, narrow, claustrophobia-inducing hallway to a bank of phones attached to a wall. The husky woman in uniform who’d led me there growled, “You have ten minutes,” before moving a little way down the hall to eye her watch and then glower at me.
Charming.
After squinting meanly at her retreating form, I turned to the phones and called my hubby. “Rivers,” he said when he picked up the line.
“Hi, honey, it’s me.”
“Edgar,” he said with honeyed tones, using his favorite nickname for me. I love the sound of my husband’s voice. So rich and seductive. It soothes me like a morning cup of coffee, heavy on the cream and sugar. “How was court?”
“Oh, you know. Not quite what I was expecting.”
“Was it tough on the stand?”
“A bit.”
“Yeah, this defense counsel of Corzo’s . . . he’s a slick bas

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Languages: English