A vicious rape occurs of an intern, Maria Acevedo, at her place of work, and Detective Michelle Velasquez is assigned the case as an old college friend, Richard Stanberry III, suddenly tries to re-connect, but she is suspicious for good reason.
Two days later, she is assigned the thirty year old cold case of her former college friend and roommate, Susie Murphy, and the prime suspect at the time was her boyfriend, Richard Stanberry III.
In a game of cat and mouse, Detective Michelle Velasquez digs into the mysterious background of Susie Murphy's life to discover dark secrets many prefer to keep hidden in this sick, gritty, emotional tale of rape and murder which may tie into the modern day rape of Maria Acevedo.
Detective Velasquez won't stop until she avenges the rape of Maria Acevedo and of her former friend's rape and murder.
I'm a debut author, and my book is a #1 KDP International Bestseller. I was also honored to receive high praise on my novel from Kirkus Reviews who stated this, "A fiery, absorbing, impressive crime fiction procedural sure to shake up fans of the genre and introduce readers to a new author with great potential." Because of the positive review I received from them, they featured me in their June 15th, 2018 Kirkus Review Magazine of which they informed me fewer than 10% of reviews receive this honor.
I chose the story to write for a few reasons; one I love psychological thrillers and two the subject matter touched close because of someone I can't name. Sexual assault destroys lives and many books focus on the crime details of the story, so I wanted to visit it from the motivations of the individuals and families involved as well as the emotional turmoil the victim goes through.
"While seeking revenge, dig two graves- one for yourself."
Detective Michelle Velasquez
Santa Fe, New Mexico
May 20th, 2013
It was the 21st century, but my victim cowered naked on the floor as the man in the ivory
tower hadn't signed on to equality in the workplace. #MeToo It was the age of female
empowerment, but the big man in the office wanted her, in kitten heels, as he walked through her
door. It was the age of feminism but to him it meant she hated men. For the man filled with hate,
the new age woman fueled his anger as he justified his vile actions. The man forgot the golden
rule; sometimes women hit back. Because you resided in a gated community, it didn't mean she
wouldn't come after you. If you'd been more concerned about revenge, you might have
controlled your actions. Since revenge never crossed your mind, you imposed pain only to learn
that it didn't heal what ailed you, so it was time for justice to even the scales or revenge would.
All women deserved a dignified and respectful workplace, and I had a new victim who wouldn't
further her career by getting down on her knees.
They sent me to the Jones Financial offices, on Calle Mejia Street, after housekeeping
called about an assault. I'd been drawn to Police work, because I loved to discover secrets, since
I was young. How were puppies made? Could Santa Claus visit every day? These questions
changed as I grew up and became a Detective. Do you feel better after you murdered her? Did
you look in her eyes and let her know what awful act she'd done to deserve the final humiliation?
I'd like to understand what happened, so can you tell me?
On the drive over, my cell phone sang out. Meghan Traynor's, "If your lips are moving,
then you're lyin, lyin, lyin," played on it as a call came in from an old friend who I hadn't talked
to in years. He chose wealth management, for the top one percent, and I chose "who dunnit" as
my way of life. Richard Stanberry III, a flash from my youth, as powder on the ski slopes of
Crested Butte, Colorado filled our days, as we raced down the mountainside.
Steve, my husband, called Richard a salesman who never turned it off and an arrogant
prick, with ulterior motives, dressed in his monogrammed wardrobe as if we couldn't remember
his name, if he didn't embroider it on everything.
I answered the phone and said, "Long time no talk, so how are you?"
Richard said, "I couldn't be better, and I'm in town for a day or two. I'm prepared to set
your financial future straight, if you have time for dinner at the Compound tonight?" More
jubilant than I remember, so he must have found a new whale, but my checking account couldn't
feed a goldfish.
"Richard, I can't. I'm off to a rape scene."
"Not to sound judgmental, but how on earth did you choose such a degrading line of
"It chose me."
"Not to question your decision, but I think you made a mistake."
"My cross to bear Richard."