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Day 23 – Advent Calendar and Giveaway!

Happy December 23rd! Two days to Christmas and I'm so excited. Yesterday's winner of a Target gift card is Julie. Congratulations! Today's winning comment will receive a $10 Amazon gift card. Today's free goodie is an excerpt from Wicked: Resurrection. To read it, click here

Day 22 – Advent Calendar and Kindle Giveaway

Happy December 22nd! Today's the big day with the announcement of the winning Kindle entry. I want to thank everyone for their entries. I wish I could have given Kindles to everyone! And don't forget to comment for your chance at the daily prize and check back through Christmas for other goodies and prizes.

The winning entry is Na S.'s father nomination. Congratulations, Na!

Yesterday's winner of an Amazon gift card is: Melissa. Congratulations!

Today's prize is a $10 Target gift card. Today's goodie is an excerpt from the short story Passing, which Nancy and I wrote as the precursor to the Crusade series. To read the excerpt, click here.

Day 21 – Advent Calendar and Kindle Giveaway

Happy December 21st!! The Kindle contest is officially closed and the winner will be announced tomorrow. Meanwhile, don't forget to leave a comment for a chance at a prize. Today's winner will receive a $10 Amazon gift card. Yesterday's winner of the mystery prize was Bobby S. Congratulations Bobby on winning a $25 See's chocolate gift certificate!

Today's freebie is an excerpt from my Charmed: Pied Piper novel. To read the excerpt, click here.

Day 20 – Advent Calendar and Kindle Giveaway

NOTE: 9 AM PST ON DECEMBER 21ST IS THE CUT-OFF TIME FOR ENTERING THE KINDLE CONTEST.

Happy December 20th! The Kindle contest only has a few hours left. Here's how it works: you nominate a friend/family member/coworker/etc. who you think needs a Kindle (tell us why they need/deserve one!) I'll be collecting entries until 9 am PST on December 21st and then a winner will be chosen and the person nominated and the one who nominated them will both receive a Kindle! You only have to nominate a person once but you can nominate different people on different days if you want to. All you have to do to enter is comment on one of the Advent Calendar posts between now and then. But there are also daily giveaways of cool stuff too! Daily winners will be selected from that day's comments.

Yesterday's winner of an iTunes gift card is Julie. Congratulations! To enter today's giveaway, just comment below. Today's winner will receive a mystery prize.

Speaking of mysteries…I know a lot of you are very curious about what to expect in Beside Still Waters, the fourth book in the Psalm 23 Mysteries series. Here's a teaser synopsis:

Cindy gets the chance to relax when she takes a trip to Hawaii over Memorial Day weekend. While she is visiting the memorial at Pearl Harbor, though, she observes someone acting suspiciously and dumping something in the water. Soon Cindy finds herself swept up in events beyond her understanding. She is kidnapped, and when she fails to return home, Jeremiah is the one who goes looking for her. It will take all his skill to find her and stop her would-be killers.

Day 19 – Advent Calendar and Kindle Giveaway

NOTE: 9 AM PST ON DECEMBER 21ST IS THE CUT-OFF TIME FOR ENTERING THE KINDLE CONTEST.

Happy December 19th! The Kindle contest only has a couple of days left. Here's how it works: you nominate a friend/family member/coworker/etc. who you think needs a Kindle (tell us why they need/deserve one!) I'll be collecting entries until 9 am PST on December 21st and then a winner will be chosen and the person nominated and the one who nominated them will both receive a Kindle! You only have to nominate a person once but you can nominate different people on different days if you want to. All you have to do to enter is comment on one of the Advent Calendar posts between now and then. But there are also daily giveaways of cool stuff too! Daily winners will be selected from that day's comments.

Yesterday's winner of an Ebay gift card is Emma. Congratulations! To enter today's giveaway, just comment below. Today I'm talking about my New Year's Resolutions. Today's winner will receive a $10 gift certificate to another of my favorites: iTunes.

2011 is fading and 2012 is nearly upon us. I can't quite believe it. I've been working on my list of resolutions for 2012. Some of them are professional and some are personal. I thought it would be fun to let everyone in on what they are. Let's face it, the more people who know, the more likely I am to stick by them. So, here goes.

1. Write 1,000,000 words in 2012. That's a little less than double what I wrote this year. Just for some perspective, my fairy tales run around 45,000 words, Psalm 23 Mysteries run around 75,000 words, and Crusade books run around 105,000 words.

2. Update my website with new blog posts at least three times a week. Easier said than done. To help me I'm going to try to instigate three new topics that I address weekly. I call them Movie Monday, Writing Wednesday, and Fun Friday.

3. Write a series of essays about the writing process. (These will appear as Writing Wednesday blog entries.)

4. Create a short film and take it to a film festival. I already know what I want to do, I just have to make it happen. (I'll talk about this process on Movie Mondays.)

5. Try something new and/or fun once a week. I don't take enough downtime and it can make me a bit crazy. (Fun Fridays…I'm sensing a trend.)

6. Host a Book of the Month Club. This will be a virtual club hosted on my website where we can discuss individual books that I (or other authors) have written. Include fun giveaways as part of this.

7. Spend more time on social networking sites. I want to increase my presence on Facebook and Twitter and hopefully triple my friends and followers along the way.

8. Send out a newsletter each month. (Don't forget to sign up on the homepage if you haven't already.)

9. Host a party at a convention I attend. (I could use some suggestions in this area.)

10. And finally, the practically obligatory "lose 20 pounds".

What do you think? Can I succeed in these goals? What are your New Year's Resolutions?

Day 18 – Advent Calendar and Kindle Giveaway

NOTE: 9 AM PST ON DECEMBER 21ST IS THE CUT-OFF TIME FOR ENTERING THE KINDLE CONTEST.

Happy December 18th! The Kindle contest only has a couple of days left. Here's how it works: you nominate a friend/family member/coworker/etc. who you think needs a Kindle (tell us why they need/deserve one!) I'll be collecting entries until 9 am PST on December 21st and then a winner will be chosen and the person nominated and the one who nominated them will both receive a Kindle! You only have to nominate a person once but you can nominate different people on different days if you want to. All you have to do to enter is comment on one of the Advent Calendar posts between now and then. But there are also daily giveaways of cool stuff too! Daily winners will be selected from that day's comments.

Yesterday's winner of an Amazon gift card is Sarah L. Congratulations! To enter today's giveaway, just comment below. Today's goodie is some trivia about some of my books. I call it connections and coincidences. Today's winner will receive a $10 gift certificate to another of my favorite online retailers: Ebay.

Connections and Coincidences

My first retold fairy tale was Midnight Pearls which is the Little Mermaid story. A large, black pearl plays a key role in the story. A few months after the book came out Pirates of the Carribean: the Curse of the Black Pearl hit theaters and my husband and I laughed because outside of Polynesia you never hear about black pearls that often. This past summer we went to see the fourth Pirates movie which actually featured mermaids and it made us smile again.

When signing books at my first Comic-Con I was sitting next to a fellow writer. We got to talking and realized we both had pitched a story to the exact same editor at Simon & Schuster within the past month. Both of us had pitched retellings of Little Red Riding Hood which featured an actual werewolf playing the part of the wolf who was also the love interest for Red. One key difference was mine was set in a fairy tale setting and his was a modern day story. We had never met before and yet we were stunned at some of the similarities between our books.

It was while working on Scarlet Moon that my editor left the company and another one was assigned to me to finish the book. She was also the Charmed editor and she bought Charmed: Pied Piper from me. (Which has the character of Piper suddenly being the Pied Piper of children and deals with the Pied Piper fairy tale.) Because I had written a Charmed Novel I was invited to write an essay for an anthology dealing with the television series. I wrote mine on fairy tale elements in the show.

Of course writing these two things for Charmed was great fun because my parents were fans of the television show and because I had just finished writing the Wicked series with Nancy Holder (which is all about witches). And I'm not done with witches because my new series, Witch Hunt, is coming soon. The first book, The Thirteenth Sacrifice, hits stores April 3rd and deals with a woman who was raised in an evil coven and escaped. She became a Christian and a police officer and now is forced to go back in undercover which threatens her life and challenges her faith. Yeah, Christians and witches, I went there. The book is coming out as a secular book even though it has a strong Christian character as the lead.

Of course, I love doing the unexpected, which is why my Kiss Trilogy, starting with Kiss of Night, is about Christians and vampires. This one is for the Christian market.

Other connections – the Sweet Seasons series and the Psalm 23 Mysteries both take place in the fictional California town of Pine Springs. I have been planning for a couple of years to do a crossover of these two series. A future Psalm 23 Mystery will have characters from Sweet Seasons in it.

We mention the existence of Cursed Ones in the fifth Wicked book, Resurrection. They are vampires. The Cursed Ones are the villains for the Crusade series. The prequel to the series is a short story called Passing which was in an anthology and which is now available by itself as an ebook. The Crusade series has a werewolf as a key character. Wolf Springs Chronicles is all about werewolves. While Wicked is like Romeo and Juliet with witches, Wolf Springs Chronicles is like King Lear with werewolves. Don't look for an overt Shakespeare theme in Crusade, though, since it's patterned more off of events of World War II.

And for the final connection I'm going to mention (though certainly not the last there is), for a guest blog post on the Damned blog tour for the Crusade series, I wrote a ghost story dealing with our werewolf from Crusade and the fairy tale character of Little Red Riding Hood.

Day 17 – Advent Calendar and Kindle Giveaway

Happy December 17th! The Kindle contest is still underway. Here's how it works: you nominate a friend/family member/coworker/etc. who you think needs a Kindle (tell us why they need/deserve one!) I'll be collecting entries until December 21st and then a winner will be chosen and the person nominated and the one who nominated them will both receive a Kindle! You only have to nominate a person once but you can nominate different people on different days if you want to. All you have to do to enter is comment on one of the Advent Calendar posts between now and then. But there are also daily giveaways of cool stuff too! Daily winners will be selected from that day's comments.

Yesterday's winner of a Petsmart gift card is Bella Bunnell. Congratulations! To enter today's giveaway, just comment below. Today's goodie is an excerpt from The Fall of Candy Corn. Today's winner will receive a $10 gift certificate to another of my favorite online retailers.

To read the excerpt, click here.

December 16 – Advent Calendar and Kindle Giveaway!

Happy December 16th! The Kindle contest is still underway. Here's how it works: you nominate a friend/family member/coworker/etc. who you think needs a Kindle (tell us why they need/deserve one!) I'll be collecting entries until December 21st and then a winner will be chosen and the person nominated and the one who nominated them will both receive a Kindle! You only have to nominate a person once but you can nominate different people on different days if you want to. All you have to do to enter is comment on one of the Advent Calendar posts between now and then. But there are also daily giveaways of cool stuff too! Daily winners will be selected from that day's comments.

Yesterday's winner of a Barnes & Noble gift card is Jeniffer. Congratulations! To enter today's giveaway, just comment below. Today's goodie is an excerpt from my newest book Unleashed. Today's winner will receive a $10 gift certificate to another of my favorite online retailers Petsmart.

To read the excerpt from Unleashed click here.

Nancy and I just turned in book 2, Hot Blooded, to our editor yesterday!! We've been having a lot of fun with the series. Unfortunately, we've also had to do a lot of trimming. Our first book originally came in 20,000 words too long. Some of those extra words have made it into book 2 while others are gone forever. (Although they might show up at some points as bonus content.) We've been #howlingforjoy since Unleashed came out last month.

Day 15 – Advent Calendar and Kindle Giveaway

Happy December 15th! The Kindle contest is still underway. Here's how it works: you nominate a friend/family member/coworker/etc. who you think needs a Kindle (tell us why they need/deserve one!) I'll be collecting entries until December 21st and then a winner will be chosen and the person nominated and the one who nominated them will both receive a Kindle! You only have to nominate a person once but you can nominate different people on different days if you want to. All you have to do to enter is comment on one of the Advent Calendar posts between now and then. But there are also daily giveaways of cool stuff too! Daily winners will be selected from that day's comments.

Yesterday's winner of a Think Geek gift card is Bella Franco. Congratulations! To enter today's giveaway, just comment below. Today's goodie is an excerpt from The Spring of Candy Apples. Today's winner will receive a $10 gift certificate to another of my favorite retailers Barnes & Noble.

Click here to read the excerpt.

And that is a picture of our cat Schrodinger under the Christmas tree!!

Day 14 – Advent Calendar and Kindle Giveaway!

Happy December 14th! The Kindle contest is still underway. Here's how it works: you nominate a friend/family member/coworker/etc. who you think needs a Kindle (tell us why they need/deserve one!) I'll be collecting entries until December 21st and then a winner will be chosen and the person nominated and the one who nominated them will both receive a Kindle! You only have to nominate a person once but you can nominate different people on different days if you want to. All you have to do to enter is comment on one of the Advent Calendar posts between now and then. But there are also daily giveaways of cool stuff too! Daily winners will be selected from that day's comments.

Yesterday's winner of an Amazon gift card is Tiara. Congratulations and belated Happy Birthday! To enter today's giveaway, just comment below. Today's goodie is an excerpt from Lie Down in Green Pastures. Today's winner will receive a $10 gift certificate to another of my favorite online retailers Think Geek.

Fun Fact about the first chapter of Lie Down in Green Pastures. Plots of two future books are teased in it very subtly.

1

Jeremiah Silverman never quite knew what to do with himself on Thursdays. Thursdays were technically the second day in the week that he had off. Sundays were the first. He hadn't had two consecutive days off since he became rabbi of a synagogue. He had toyed with trying to take off Mondays, but too much seemed to happen on that day. So he took off Thursdays, but usually ended up going into work at some point anyway. His secretary, Marie, often accused him of being a workaholic. It wasn't true, but there was no telling her that.

At ten in the morning he found himself driving down the street toward the synagogue. He slid into the left-hand lane, preparing to turn into the driveway just past First Shepherd, the church next door.

Seeing no oncoming traffic, he began to make his turn. The hair on the back of his neck raised suddenly, and he twisted his head around just in time to see a car as it slammed into him from behind.

Jeremiah's black Mustang skidded, sliding in a circle as the sickening crunch of metal filled his ears. He saw the face of the man in the other car, eyes frozen wide, head tilted. That man is already dead, he realized as his car twisted and then flipped upside down onto the lawn outside the church.

In a moment it was over. Carefully Jeremiah unlatched his seat belt and eased himself onto the ceiling. He kicked the remaining glass out of his side window and maneuvered himself out, cutting his leg on a piece of jagged glass as he did so. He collapsed onto the grass, felt it tickling his cheek, and took several deep breaths. He straightened slowly, checking each bone and muscle as he did. Everything seemed to be okay despite the fact that he had been in a terrible position when struck.

A shadow fell over him. He glanced up, squinting.

Cindy Preston stood there, her long, light brown hair flying around her face, out of breath. Her eyes were wide in surprise. "What are you doing here?"

It seemed like a ridiculous question, as if the answer should be self-evident.

"Recovering from an accident."

"Are you hurt?"

"I don't think so. What are you doing here?"

She blinked rapidly and then the corners of her mouth turned up. "I guess I'm here to rescue you."

He wanted so badly to laugh. The thought was ludicrous, especially given all the times he had saved her. Still, there was a dead man in the other car and he thought better of expressing himself. "Thank you," he said instead.

"Ironic, huh?"

"Yes, I guess that is the word," he answered, as he struggled to sit up.

She dropped down next to him and put an arm behind his back to help support it.

"The other driver is dead."

"Dead?" she asked, jerking and turning pale. "How do you know?" She glanced anxiously toward the other car and for a moment he thought she was going to leave him to go check.

"I saw his face through the windshield right after he hit me. He was dead before it happened, I'm sure of it."

"A dead man crashed into you?"

"Yes."

"A dead man was driving that car?"

"That's what I said."

She hit a button on the cell phone that she had been clutching in her left hand and raised it to her ear. "Hi, Mark? It's Cindy. There's been an accident in front of the church and I think the one driver was dead before it happened."

She listened for a moment and then continued. "No, I don't know what killed him."

Another pause. "All right, we'll be here."

She hung up.

"You didn't just call Detective Walters, did you?" Jeremiah asked with a groan.

"I did," she said, raising her chin defiantly. "And what's wrong with that?"

"There hasn't been a murder."

"You don't know that."

"The guy probably had a heart attack while driving. It happens."

"And what if it didn't happen today?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Do you want to take the chance that this guy was murdered and the killer wouldn't be caught because it seemed like an accident?"

Actually he would rather a killer walk free than expose himself or his synagogue to the scrutiny of the police any more than necessary. He squeezed his eyes closed. There was no way he could explain that to Cindy. No easy way, at least. No, whether he liked it or not, he was going to have to play the helpless victim this time and hope that it all went away quickly.

"Can you help me stand up?"

"Not until a paramedic looks you over. Mark's calling an ambulance."

"I'm fine."

"Let's leave that decision to the professionals."

He acquiesced and lay slowly back down on the grass, staring up at the blue of the sky. It was March and the weather was starting to get a little warmer. A month before, it would have been too cold to lay on the grass waiting. It got colder in southern California during the winter than it had in Israel.

He heard the sirens of the ambulance and a moment later he heard Cindy gasp.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I know him," she said.

He twisted his head slowly to the side and saw that she was staring through the windshield of the car that had hit his.

"Who is he?"

"It's Dr. Tanner. He used to be a member here."

Of course he did, because that's my luck, Jeremiah thought. As the siren grew louder he began to feel some of the aches and pains caused by the accident. The shock was wearing off and he could already tell he was going to be stiff in the morning.

I'm getting soft, weak, he thought, closing his eyes.

"You're slipping," a male voice said.

Jeremiah opened his eyes and saw Detective Mark Walters staring down at him. "You think so?"

"I do. You're supposed to be the one playing Good Samaritan, not her." He nodded toward Cindy.

Actually she's a Gentile, Jeremiah wanted to say, but he was just grateful Mark wasn't calling him Samaritan for once. "I must be getting old," he said instead.

Mark snorted derisively then got down on one knee. "Seriously, you okay?"

"I'll live," Jeremiah said. "I just won't be happy about it in the morning."

fleeting smile crossed the detective's face before he stood and turned toward the other car. "Let's see what we've got."

Cindy felt strange. She had been so confident that calling Mark was the right thing to do, but now that he was there she felt a bit foolish. Jeremiah was right; Mel Tanner had probably had a heart attack. The man was in his upper sixties and it would be the most logical explanation for what had happened. How could a murder victim even be driving in the first place?

Maybe he was poisoned, a small voice inside her head whispered. She bit her lip and wished that her deck of cards wasn't in her purse inside the office. She fidgeted with her fingers while she waited for Mark to look over the body.

I'm beginning to see murder victims everywhere. She wondered if she was suffering from some form of post-traumatic stress. The last year she had seen so much death. First there was the Passion Week serial killer. Then there was the string of murders around Thanksgiving. Maybe she thought "murder" because subconsciously she kept expecting to stumble upon another crime scene.

While she waited she watched the paramedics as they checked out Jeremiah. They had ripped open one of his pant legs and were treating a nasty-looking cut. Other than that he looked fine. They on taking him to the hospital for X-rays, and he protested strenuously. To her surprise he lost the argument. With a grimace he climbed into the back of the ambulance and lay down on one of the gurneys.

"Do you want me to come to the hospital?" she asked.

"No. I don't plan on being there more than ten minutes. Besides, with our luck the nurse who thinks we're married will be on duty."

Cindy smirked at the memory of how he had lied to be allowed to see her after she was attacked by a serial killer. The thought of a little payback appealed to her. "That's precisely why I should come. Otherwise she might be concerned that our marriage is in trouble."

"I'm glad one of us can laugh."

The driver closed the door with an apologetic glance at her, then climbed into the front and drove away. Cindy felt oddly reassured that he drove up the street at a reasonable pace without the use of lights or siren. That had to mean Jeremiah was okay.

She turned to find Mark watching her. She gave him a fleeting smile before asking, "Did you find anything?"

He shook his head. "I'll have the coroner examine him, though, nail down actual cause of death. Something like this is usually a heart attack, aneurysm, something like that."

"Thank you. That's what Jeremiah said."

He took out a notepad and pen. "Anything you can tell me about the other driver?"

"His name is Dr. Mel Tanner. He used to go to First Shepherd but now he goes to another church downtown. He's a retired physician. He's still active in the community, though." She flushed and looked away. "I mean, he was."

"Any idea where he might have been headed this morning?" Mark said, ignoring her slip of the tongue.

"No."

"Do you have a current address?"

"No, but he had a lot of friends here, I'm sure I can find someone who has it."

"Thanks. I'll let you know if I need anything else." He glanced at the twisted wreckage of the two cars and then back at her.

"Jeremiah got lucky."

"Yes, he did," she said, trying not to picture him being the one dead behind the wheel. Her breath caught in her throat as the mental image filled her mind anyway.

"And I thought you were the one with nine lives," Mark said.

Cindy shrugged.

"You're not heading to the hospital?"

"No."

He made a tsking sound. "Sounds like divorce court time to me."

She shook her head and rolled her eyes before turning to head back into the church.

As Cindy walked back into the office and took her seat Geanie hopped up out of her chair and walked over. "What happened?" Geanie, the church's graphic designer and webmaster, saved her most creative and flamboyant work for her own wardrobe. True to form she was wearing a fuchsia satin blouse, black leather skirt, pink tights and black boots. Roy, the head pastor, was perpetually dismayed by Geanie's style but church members usually made a point of stopping by the office when they were on site just to see the day's ensemble.

Next to her, as always, Cindy felt extremely conservative even though the sheer sleeves of her cream blouse had seemed so risqué at home.

As Cindy filled her in, she watched in satisfaction as Geanie registered the same shock she herself was feeling.

"That's terrible!"

"I know. At least Jeremiah wasn't hurt, but poor Dr. Tanner."

"Going in a car crash, that's one of my nightmares," Geanie said with a shiver.

"Jeremiah told the officers that he thought Dr. Tanner was already dead," Cindy said, more to herself than Geanie.

"That's just weird."

"I know."

The front door opened and the youth pastor walked in, wearing his almost-perpetual blue jeans, paired today with a green polo shirt. Because of his position he got by with the casual Friday look every day of the week except Sunday. "Wow, did you guys see that accident out front?" Dave asked.

"Cindy did," Geanie answered.

"What a nightmare."

"Dr. Tanner is dead," Cindy said.

Dave turned pale and sat down in one of the chairs reserved for visitors. "Are you kidding?"

"No, why would I kid about something like that?"

He buried his face in his hands and his shoulders heaved. Geanie gave her a puzzled look as the implication hit Cindy. "He drove the bus to camp every year," she realized."Even after he moved and changed churches."

"Summer camps and winter camps. He was a wonderful man," Dave said. "So good with the kids, so patient. I never knew how he could pay attention to the road with all the noise and chaos around him."

"He was a very nice man," Cindy said, going over and awkwardly patting him on the shoulder.

"I'm going to call Joseph and let him know," Geanie said. "I think the two of them sat on a couple of boards together."

"Why don't you go tell him in person," Cindy suggested. Joseph Coulter was the church's most affluent member. He and Geanie had been dating since Thanksgiving and she was sure he'd rather hear the news from his girlfriend than from someone else.

"Thanks, I'll be back before your lunch meeting," Geanie said, grabbing her purse and heading for the door.

"I'd appreciate it."

Geanie waved as she walked out the door.

After Geanie left, Cindy turned to Dave. "We've almost got a full slate of kids for next weekend. I'd better work on finding you another driver."

"Thanks," Dave said, dragging himself to his feet. "A couple of other churches are having retreats at the same time. I'll call around and see if any of them have room on their buses."

"Do you have Dr. Tanner's address? The police were asking for it."

Dave nodded. "In my office, I'll email it to you."

"Thanks."

He shuffled to the door, then turned. "How are we doing on food for the drive up?"

"Lunch bags will have corned-beef sandwiches, courtesy of O'Connell's Pub, and shamrock cookies from Safeway."

"You're a genius."

"Hey, the second day of camp is on St. Patrick's Day. It was a no-brainer."

He smiled slightly. "You've been hanging around the kids too long. You're starting to sound like them."

"There are a lot worse things to sound like."

"Amen."

Detective Mark Walters was not happy. Ever since his dog, Buster, had woken him up that morning he'd had a feeling in his gut that the day was not going to go his way.

Being a homicide cop was challenging on the best of days, nightmarish on the worst. In the past year the worst days he'd had all involved Cindy and Jeremiah. Seeing them together, even though it had been at the scene of an accident, had made his blood run cold.

He called his partner, Paul Dryer, on his cell phone.

"Accident or murder?" Paul asked.

"Accident, so far as I can tell. If it wasn't, though, we'll know soon enough."

"What are the odds, huh?"

Mark snorted. "You ever meet civilians who got mixed up in stuff as much as these two?"

"Once," Paul admitted.

"Really? What happened?"

"It didn't end well," Paul said, voice suddenly devoid of emotion.

There's a story there. Out of respect for his partner, Mark didn't push. "Cindy just called me with the doctor's address and I'm going to have a couple of guys go to his house and reach out to the next of kin. Then I'm heading back to the station."

"Good. We've got actual homicides to investigate."

Mark hung up. Paul was acting touchy. Mark wondered if it had anything to do with the story he wasn't telling.

When he arrived at the police station, he found Paul waiting for him in the lobby, arms crossed.

"What do we have?" Mark asked.

"Randall Kelly, environmental activist. Died ten miles outside of town."

"Let's go."

Once they were in the car Paul explained. "Apparently he was protesting the misuse and destruction of the forestland. Fire department did a controlled burn in the area early this morning to clear out a lot of the dead trees and dry tinder."

"And they cleared out a little more than they bargained for," Mark said.

"Exactly."

"Sounds like an accident."

"Yeah, but the captain wants us to check it out anyway."

"Why not, I've already been to one accident today," Mark said with a sigh. "So, exactly what homicides were you referencing when I called?"

Paul shrugged. "We've still got a couple older cases to work, like that art dealer from a few months back."

"Or the Iranian student from last year. I know. Trust me, I don't forget a victim," Mark said.

"Hopefully Kelly isn't one of them, just a poor slob who was in the wrong place at the wrong time."

Like Jeremiah this morning.

They reached the burn line and were waved through by firefighters. A minute later they were pulling up a few hundred feet away from the scene of the accident.

Randall Kelly, or rather, what was left of him, was still handcuffed to a charred tree, half of which was little more than embers and ash. The flesh had been burned off the majority of the body with part of the face and arms more intact than the rest.

"Terrible way to die," Paul said.

"You're preaching to the choir," Mark said. "I'd rather be shot any day."

"Can you imagine seeing it coming and not being able to escape?"

"Makes you wonder what he did with the key, why he couldn't free himself."

"Maybe he dropped it? Swallowed it?" Paul said.

"Maybe, or maybe someone was supposed to come over today and let him go, friend or family member maybe."

The fire chief was standing at a respectful distance and Mark finally turned away to engage him, catching sight of the coroner arriving on scene out of the corner of his eye.

Mark had met the chief half a dozen times but he introduced himself anyway.

Jim shook his head. "One of these days we'll have to have a barbeque or something, meet under happier circumstances."

"Looks like we've already got something of a barbeque here," Mark said before he could stop himself.

"I trust you know that wasn't funny."

"Sorry," Mark said, wincing. Usually people apologized to him, not the other way around. "Tell me what happened."

"We were doing a controlled burn before the dry season, trying to get rid of a lot of dead leaves, branches, and trees. We're going to be heading into summer with too much dead undergrowth. Better to burn it now then to risk a fire breaking out and burning out of control later."

"I assume you filed all the necessary paperwork, got permits, everything?"

"Of course. We advertised, even posted signs warning people to stay away."

"When did you realize someone ignored those warnings?"

"Helicopter pilot who was keeping an eye on the burn from up above spotted the car about a quarter of a mile off. We doused the fire as fast as we could, but it was too little, too late. It took us an hour to find him. We were hoping someone had just left the car, but then, well, I smelled burnt hair and a minute later I found him. That's when we made the call to you boys."

"How did you know who he was?"

"The registration in his car. It made sense, too. He raised such a stink a couple years back when we were going to do the burn. He even managed to get a temporary restraining order, called for environmental impact studies, blah, blah."

"What happened?"

"While everyone was busy messing around some idiot set off a fire with a cigarette butt. Fire wiped out more than a dozen houses."

"I remember that," Mark said.

"Yeah, well, we hadn't heard much from Mr. Kelly since then. Figured he'd learned his lesson, just sorry others had to pay his tuition."

"More often than not that's what happens," Mark said. "So, I guess he forgot it, and headed out here to try and do the same thing all over again."

The fire chief stroked his chin and stared toward the body. "I'm not entirely convinced that's true."

"What makes you think that?" Mark asked sharply.

"You ever seen a rat caught in a trap?"

"Can't say as I have."

"They get desperate enough they'll gnaw their own leg off to get free."

"Randall Kelly wasn't a rat," Mark noted.

"No, but he was in a trap same enough. What would you do to save your life?"

Mark turned and looked at the skeleton. "You mean would I gnaw my own hand off?"

"No need. All you'd have to do is dislocate or break one of your thumbs."

"Spend much time running from the police when you were a kid?" Mark joked even as he stared at the body. Jim was right. All Randall would have needed to do to escape was free one hand. If he had struggled hard enough he could have broken his thumb even if he didn't mean to.

"Why weren't you struggling, Randall?" he whispered.

True to her word Geanie returned just before lunch, freeing Cindy up to head to her meeting at O'Connell's Pub. She arrived a couple of minutes early and settled into a booth. The pub was authentic Irish, at least as far as one could get in California. She had always liked the food and every once in a while she would come in and watch people talking and playing darts. She didn't participate even though she was a pretty good dart thrower. Cindy was always too shy to get up in front of people and perform like that.

"One day," she promised herself under her breath as she stared longingly at the dart board. Of course, it looked much different than the one she had on the back of her bedroom door at home. This one didn't have a picture of her brother on it. I wonder if I can even hit a board without using his face as a target? she thought, smiling to herself.

"I hope I didn't keep you waiting," Gary O'Connell said as he slid into the booth and took up position across from her. The real estate agent was in his late thirties with light brown hair, hazel eyes, and the world's cheesiest smile. She always wondered who had the wider, whiter smiles––movie stars or real estate agents.

They shook hands. They had met once before, at the office of the lawyer who had handled the estate of Marge Johnson, a church member who had died the year before and left her possessions to various church staff and members. To Cindy she had left a house.

While Cindy appreciated the gesture enormously, the house was too large for her needs and she was afraid of what the upkeep costs were going to be. Gary O'Connell had been the realtor recommended to her.

"How are you doing today, Cindy?"

"Not bad, you?"

"I'm still in business so I can't complain. At least not too loudly," he joked.

She smiled. "I've been meaning to ask you. Any relation to the pub here?"

He nodded. "My brother Chris owns this place."

"Well, tell your brother I'm a fan of his corned beef sandwiches."

"Let me guess, you have them once a year."

"More like once a month," she said with a smile. "I told you, I'm a fan."

"I will be sure to pass that along."

"Thanks."He gave her that cheesy smile again, then pulled a folder out of his leather satchel. "So, Cindy, let's get started. I've brought some paperwork for you to sign and we'll talk about the process and what you can expect from it and from me."

"Thanks, I really appreciate it," she said, taking the papers. "I've never sold a house before. I've never even owned a house before."

"I'll do everything I can to make the whole thing as painless as possible."

"What do you think the chances of even selling it right now are?"

"I'll be honest with you, not great. Still, we'll do all that we can."

"It must be a difficult time to be a real estate agent," she said as she started skimming the papers.

"What can I say, it's a killer market. Last agent standing and all that."

"Well, good luck," she said, glancing up.

"To both of us," he smiled.

The waiter came over and Cindy ordered a corned beef sandwich.

"The usual," Gary said, relinquishing his menu.

"That must be nice," she said as the waiter walked away.

"What?"

"To go somewhere often enough they know you and know what you want to eat."

"But on the other hand, it really throws people off if you're in the mood to mix it up a little and order something else."

They spent the next forty-five minutes talking and eating. Cindy listened as Gary outlined his plan for selling the house.

"How long have you been in real estate?" she asked when he took a breather.

"Fifteen years. I've mostly done commercial, but the last year-and-a-half I've been forced to branch out and now I do residential as well."

"One stop shopping."

"That's me. Hurry, hurry, hurry, step right up and satisfy all your real estate needs," he said, mimicking a midway barker.

She couldn't help but laugh. When they were finally finished she made her way back to the church feeling optimistic about her chances of selling the house.

Geanie was clearly relieved to see her and Cindy soon discovered that word of the accident had spread and she spent the rest of the afternoon fielding calls. Several times she wondered how much worse it was next door where Jeremiah's secretary, Marie, was probably having to explain to every member of the synagogue just what had happened to their rabbi. She felt sorry for them both.

By the time Cindy left work she was exhausted. When she got home, she walked into the kitchen, grabbed a marker from a drawer, and put a big red X over the day on the calendar. She then flipped ahead to May. Eleven weeks remained on her countdown to her Hawaii trip that she had planned for Memorial Day weekend. Eleven weeks to paradise. Eleven weeks to vacation. Eleven weeks to lose those last few pounds so she could wear a bikini.

She sighed. The bikini was probably a pipe dream. Still, she forced herself to make a salad for dinner instead of eating her leftover pizza from the night before. Once finished, she found herself fidgeting, not really sure what to do with the rest of her evening. She was too tired to work on a project and too amped up to watch television.

She finally opted to call Jeremiah and check in on him.

"Hello?" he answered, sounding a little groggy.

"Did they miss me at the hospital?" she teased.

"They did, but I covered for you."

"Glad to hear it. Are you okay?"

"Nothing some aspirin and a few days won't fix."

"Good. I was worried about you," she admitted.

"Did you hear anything more about the other driver?"

"No."

Her phone beeped in her ear. "Can you hold on a sec while I see who's trying to call?"

"Sure."

She pulled her phone away from her ear and looked at the caller ID.

Mark Walters.

A chill danced up her spine. Why would he be calling except to tell her that she was right and there was another killer on the loose?