Mary Crow is running for DA, trying to unseat the incumbent George Turpin. In mid-campaign a stray dog digs up shocking new evidence that breathes life into a decades-old murder of a nine-year-old girl. Pisgah County thinks the most likely suspect is Zack Collier, an autistic man who's also the son of one of Mary Crow's campaign volunteers. When the police start harassing Zack yet again, his mother begs Mary for help. Against the advice of her campaign manager, she agrees to represent the compromised man.
Mary stops the police abuse, but she realizes that the true killer must be found if Zack and his mother are to ever be free of rumor and innuendo. She enlists the aid of retired detective Jack Wilkins, who's been obsessed with this murder since the day it happened. Eager to solve this final mystery of his life, he agrees to work for Mary.
Mary and Jack join forces, along with SBI agent Victor Galloway. In the midst of her political campaign, Mary must save Zack and his mother when attacks against them grow from rumor into physical danger. Only when Mary discovers the true killer does her campaign rhetoric hit home-that all people are innocent until proven guilty.
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I grew up in Nashville, Tennessee, having the good fortune to be raised in a multi-generational family of Southern story-tellers and book readers. In the second grade, I wrote a prize-winning essay about my Chihuahua, Mathilda, and my writing career was launched. My parents gave me a typewriter for Christmas, and I began to churn out one-page mysteries, neighborhood newsletters, dreadful songs (remember, this was Nashville) and even worse poetry. Away from my feverish typing, I joined the Girl Scouts, loved the outdoors and camping, and loved particularly the chills that went down my spine when ghost stories were told around the campfire. I've always loved dogs and horses-Quarter horses and Boxers, especially.
Fast forward a couple of decades, and I'm living in Asheville, North Carolina.
Though I've written all my life-ad copy, a couple of short stories, ghost writing for a children's series--I'd never found my voice, so to speak, as a novelist. Then suddenly, in the midst of these spooky old Appalachian forests, I did. My heroine Mary Crow came to me almost like the goddess Athena, popping out of Zeus's head. I knew what she looked like, how she laughed, what made her angry, who she loved and what moved her to tears. Her story would be as intrinsic to these mountains as her Cherokee people have been for so many generations. I wrote my first Mary Crow novel, "In The Forest of Harm" over the course of a year. I sent it out, got an agent who sold it pretty quickly. I remember my editor saying "You might be on to something here." Well, five books into Mary Crow's adventures, I guess she was right.
Though I've come far and written a lot during those years since I captured the second grade essay prize, at heart I'm still that same kid. I write lousy songs and terrible poetry, but I love the smell of the woods, love to hear a hoot owl in the forest at night, love the chill that an eerie ghost story sends down my spine. If you enjoy those things, too, then take a look my at books. We just might have a lot in common.
