Saving Grace: A Katie Romantic Mystery (What Doesn't Kill You, Book 1)
Pamela Fagan Hutchins
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Katie Connell is a high-strung attorney whose sloppy drinking habits and stunted love life collide hilariously in a doomed celebrity case in Dallas. When she flees Texas for the Caribbean, Katie escapes professional humiliation, a broken heart, and a wicked Bloody Mary habit, but she trades one set of problems for another when she begins to investigate the suspicious deaths of her parents on the island of St. Marcos. She’s bewitched by the voodoo spirit of an abandoned house in the rainforest and discovers that she’s as much a danger to herself as the island’s bad guys are. As the worst of her worlds collide, Katie drags herself back to the courthouse to defend her new friend Ava, an island local accused of stabbing the senator she’s been sleeping with.
Pamela Fagan Hutchins, a former attorney and native Texan, lived in the U.S. Virgin Islands for nearly ten years. She refuses to admit to taking notes for this novel during that time.
ready to be done with the topic of Katie’s problems altogether. We were almost back to town. “Where am I taking you?” I asked. “Take me to my place so I can change. I have a date later, but I looking for company until then.” “You’re not singing tonight?” I asked. “Not officially.” Whatever that meant. We pulled up to Ava’s house and she beckoned me inside. It was small, but clean. Cute, with mostly wicker furniture and fluffy white cushions. I puttered around looking at her photographs until
fit if I didn’t like what I learned. In with the good air, out with the bad air, I told myself, then adopted a light tone. “That’s great, because I’m starving,” I said, and my teeth were barely clenched. Emily’s head had cocked at the tone in my voice. She knew I was pissed. She stepped forward, flicking her blonde hair behind her shoulder, and linked her arm through mine. “I could eat an entire cow,” she said. God, how I loved Emily. “How about you give us a quick tour and then we take this
wounds later. I lifted my chin and squared my jaw. Jacoby was standing outside my door. The other officers were lounging against the two remaining sedans. Oso had stationed himself by Ava’s front door. “Time’s up,” he said through the glass of my window. I opened my door and climbed out of the truck. “Fine,” I said, handing the paper back to him. “I’ll be observing.” “Mind you don’t get in our way.” “I wouldn’t dream of it,” I said. I watched while they stampeded through Ava’s house,
nearly as bad as his big hand pressing my windpipe closed and his fingers digging into the back of my sunburned neck. I couldn’t breathe. Ava got back in the truck and crawled across to the driver’s side. Walker eased off some, and I gasped for breath. He paid me no attention. To Ava, he said, “You’re going to drive this truck to Baptiste’s Bluff. Katie’s going to drive my car, and I’ll ride with her. We’ll be right behind you. You and I both know there’s no place for you to run, and if you
plants and flowers. A set of French doors opened from the bedroom onto a patio tiled with almond-colored travertine pavers. The patio spilled out onto a short lawn dotted with coconut palms that ended with private beach access. Beyond the broad beach was the turquoise and sapphire Caribbean Sea. I smiled. This would do nicely. My iPhone had charged enough for a data download. I picked it up and scrolled through my email. My secretary had sent a few questions, and Collin and Emily had both asked