Dirty Little Secrets: A J.J. Graves Mystery (J.J. Graves Mysteries Book 1)
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DIRTY LITTLE SECRETS: A J.J. GRAVES MYSTERY
J.J. Graves has seen a lot of dead bodies in her line of work...
She's not only in the mortuary business, but she's also the coroner for King George County, Virginia. When a grisly murder is discovered in the small town of Bloody Mary, it's up to J.J. and her best friend, Detective Jack Lawson, to bring the victim justice.
The murders are piling up...
When a popular mystery writer shows up on J.J.'s doorstep with plans of writing his new book about the Bloody Mary Serial Killer, J.J. has to decide if he might be going above and beyond the call of duty to create the spine tinglers he's so well known for.
Passions are rising...
J.J and Jack discover each victim had a shocking secret, and the very foundation of J.J.'s life is in danger of crumbling when it turns out she’s harboring secrets of her own—secrets that make her a perfect target in a deadly game.
OTHER MYSTERY/SUSPENSE TITLES BY LILIANA HART:
WHISKEY REBELLION: AN ADDISON HOLMES MYSTERY
WHISKEY SOUR: AN ADDISON HOLMES MYSTERY
A DIRTY SHAME: A J.J. GRAVES MYSTERY
CADE: A MACKENZIE NOVEL
SECRETS AND SATIN
SHADOWS AND SILK
SINS AND SCARLET LACE
CATCH ME IF YOU CAN
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sales woman before he remembered he carried a gun and made the change to my order. I walked back over to Jack and rolled my eyes as he gave me the silent treatment. The blonde behind the counter was just finishing up with the last sale when she noticed us. “How’d you know that was our gal?” I asked. He didn’t answer, so I stepped on his foot. “I recognized her accent from the phone,” he said. He left me behind and made his way across the store to intercept the woman before she could get caught
get the bruises?” I asked. “It’s not what you think. I’d never hurt Fiona out of temper. I loved her.” “You hurt her out of love then?” I insisted. “Fiona was just unique,” he said. He put his head in his hands, his whole body shaking with grief. “Did your wife get the bruises during sex?” Jack asked. “She wanted me to. Even on our wedding night, and she’d never been with anyone before. I’d never hurt Fiona if she didn’t tell me to,” he said, sobbing. “Were you aware your wife was seeing a
her body here, poses her arms and legs, and then plants three perfect footprints next to the body. Look how close together they are. He either has extremely short legs or was trying to shuffle slowly with the body in his arms.” “And if he was shuffling slowly, there would be smears,” I finished for him. “What do you want to bet that those perfect footprints are the same size as George Murphy wears?” “You think someone deliberately set up George? Who would do such a thing? “I don’t know. Maybe
door. He stood rigid with his hands clamped tightly behind his back, his eyes hard and determined. I didn’t bother to offer him a place to sit or something to drink. He was obviously on a mission. And all I was able to give him was the standard line. “I can assure you this investigation is top priority, and I’ll be able to help the sheriff more after I’ve finished my preliminary report.” I didn’t actually say the word autopsy because you’d be surprised how many people got upset that I was
early and worked hard, and they went home to their families and home-cooked meals. King George wasn’t a rich county, for the most part. There were pockets where the wealthy lived, of course, because the scenery lent itself well to the monstrous homes those with money tended to own. But most people in King George County were solid, blue-collar working class. It was a good place to raise a family and settle down to a comfortable life. Maybe that was the reason driving back home made me feel out