Natural Causes
Private Investigator Zachary Goldman took on the case as a favor to his ex-wife, Bridget. It should have been cut and dried. But the deeper he looks into the death of cancer patient Robin Salter, the more convinced Zachary becomes that Bridget’s suspicions were correct. Bridget is determined to discover what happened to her friend… and what was thought to be death by natural causes becomes an active police investigation.
No one else wants Zachary involved in the investigation, not the police, Robin Salter’s family, or her boyfriend. No one but Bridget. What does it really matter, when Robin was dying anyway? Facing a wall of silence, Zachary digs into Robin’s past, determined to find the truth.
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Ms Workman has again created characters with depth, feeling and realism. She has given a true look into the heart of patients who become dependent on those who provide care and how this can be a positive thing, but also a frightening, negative thing. As always with Ms. Workman’s stories, there are plenty of twists and turns; some I saw coming; quite a few I did not. I am really looking forward to the next installment
Zachary Goldman, Private Investigator, is flawed with a capital F. Shattered by the tragedies of his own life, he will somehow still manage to pick himself up and dig just a little bit deeper than anyone else to find the vital clues.
Maybe being broken makes it easier for others who have faced tragedy to trust him. Walk with Zachary as he solves cases that will stretch his abilities to the limit.
Even with his own life in shambles, Zachary Goldman is still the one you want on the case.
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Genre: FICTION / Mystery & Detective / General4.6 stars on Amazon
But Bridget didn’t make any move to get up and leave. She tapped a nail on the tabletop, a nervous gesture that was out of character for her. The ticking of her nail against the table ratcheted up his anxiety.
“Is… there something wrong?” Zachary ventured. “Is everything okay with you?” He had a sudden sick feeling. What if she had relapsed? What if the cancer had come back?
Bridget instantly read Zachary’s expression. “No, no. I’m fine,” she assured him. But her eyes filled with tears.
Zachary instantly went into full-blown panic. Her anger and criticism he was used to dealing with. Even her blame. But her tears were something he didn’t know how to handle. Bridget never cried. Even when she had told him about her diagnosis, it had been with dry eyes and a flat, stoic voice.
“What is it? What’s wrong? What can I do?” He reached out to her, and she actually took his hand, squeezing it for comfort. She blinked rapidly and looked up at the ceiling, trying to avoid shedding the tears that had gathered in her eyes. If it wasn’t the cancer, what was it?
Bridget breathed deeply to calm herself. When she spoke, her voice was even, but she talked more slowly than usual, and he knew it was a struggle for her to keep from crying.
“I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned my friend, Robin Salter, to you.”
Zachary flipped through his mental catalog. He was good with names. As a private investigator, he needed to be able to make connections between people quickly, and it was amazing how often a previous name came into play on a new case. Seven degrees of separation became a lot less in a smaller community.
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Translated by Lia Garcia
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