What happens when a young, fast-rising cop, married to the love of his life, suddenly loses his unborn child to miscarriage, loses his wife to cancer, and loses his job because of a violent incident with a suspect?
He decides to have drinking binges to try to forget.
That’s what happened to Nicholas Turner ten years ago.
Now, thanks to help from his sister, Melissa, and his best friend, FBI Agent Marcus Moore, Nicholas has almost conquered the drinking, and has become a private investigator that specializes in cases concerning children.
Meredith Richardson’s daughter, Karen, has been kidnapped, and the city’s police department doesn’t seem to be much help. At the suggestion of Marcus Moore, Meredith hires Nicholas to find the girl.
But Nicholas has unexpected help. A little girl, that apparently only Nicholas can see, is helping him with the case. She appears when Nicholas needs a clue, then disappears just as quickly.
Who is this little girl? Why is Nicholas so attracted to his client? Who kidnapped his client’s little girl? And why has this case become so deadly?
Inspired by the classic song by Gordon Lightfoot, If You Could Read My Mind is a heartwarming story about redemption, romance, and second chances.
Genre: FICTION / Mystery & Detective / GeneralThis short novel has sold several thousand copies since I first published it in 2009. Readers on Amazon have given it all four-star and five-star reviews, and I believe it will sell very well in any language into which it is translated.
This story has already been translated into Russian, French, Italian, Portuguese, and Spanish.
Whafuck? thought Nicholas Turner.
Something woke him up, because he was looking at the ceiling. It needed painting. It had needed painting for some time, but if it was waiting for him to do it, it would have a long wait. His life sucked enough without having paint added to it, and bright colors did not match any mood he’d had lately. The dust, spider webs, and water stains did match his moods, however, so that was the end of that.
He was lying on his back, in the same position that he had passed out. At least he hadn’t spilled bourbon all over himself - there hadn’t been any left in the bottle when he toppled over.
His head felt as if the 3rd Infantry was marching through it.
Why do I do it? he thought to himself. I know how I’m going to feel afterwards, so why do I do it?
Of course, he knew the answer. And the binges had been few and far between lately, so it must be getting less painful.
Riiiight…
Twelve years ago, Nicholas Turner had been a cop, and a good one. He had just been promoted to Detective - the youngest on the force ever to be promoted that quickly, and he had a promising career ahead of him. He had been married to the love of his life, Jane, for a year and a half, and he was on top of the world.
Two months after his promotion, he came home from work to candles on the dining room table, and Janey in the kitchen cooking his favorite meal, with a smile on her face.
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