WRITING UPDATE: MITCH TURNER #5, THE LAST MILE, IS DONE!
I’m pleased to announce that Mitch Turner #5, THE LAST MILE, was finished last week and sent off to the copyeditors!
Wahoo!
It’s a fun story and I can’t wait to get into everybody’s hands.
More to come very soon!
And next week I’ll talk about the next project I’m currently working on.
And just in case you missed it last week, here is a snippet from THE LAST MILE:
My heart raced as I walked into my office, remembering the day I’d been attacked from behind. It was dark as I looked over my shoulder through the glass door while shutting it. Even though I knew nobody was there and we’d upgraded our security system, a part of me hadn’t yet gotten over that night when one of Clyde Montague’s men assaulted me.
If he didn’t do it himself, I thought. It seemed Montague derived pleasure from hurting others, so it was likely him. Montague was now in prison and if it hadn’t been Montague himself, my attacker had probably been swept up in the arrest of Montague’s men.
But I didn’t know for sure.
It was something I thought about at night when my logical mind seemed to have the least amount of sway. The police had questioned Montague and his cronies, but nobody fessed up. I got the feeling the cops hadn’t tried hard to close the case because they had better things to do than track down the person who’d attacked a defense attorney they all hated, especially since there was a solid chance the guy was already behind bars.
My head had healed, but for the first time in my life, I was experiencing anxiety about my physical safety. I’d considered seeing a therapist but was giving it time, hoping it just went away on its own.
I took a deep breath as I went into my office.
After a long day in court and a tense meeting with a client who wasn’t yet ready to accept the fact he was going to prison, I’d gone out to grab dinner. I’d missed lunch so I’d been famished, ordering more than I usually did. I was returning to start a motion for a non-urgent matter that I needed to finish within the next week.
I looked up thirty minutes later to a knock on my door.
“Mr. Turner, I have a Mrs. Gloria Claybourne out here,” Athena Hansley said. “She’s looking for a lawyer.”
From The Last Mile
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