By Aphrodite Jones
Aphrodite Jones is likely one of the leader practitioners of the genuine crime style. --Baltimore Sun
Michael Peterson used to be a embellished battle veteran and bestselling novelist, his spouse Kathleen a high-powered government and dedicated mom. They appeared to be the appropriate couple, dwelling a dream life--until the tragic evening Michael discovered Kathleen on the backside of the steps in a pool of blood. He claimed her demise was once an twist of fate. The prosecution placed him at the back of bars. Then in a beautiful reversal, a pass judgement on gave him one other likelihood to face trial, whereas his young ones proclaimed his innocence. Aphrodite Jones attracts on specific interviews and hectic new facts to replace this vintage real-life mystery of marriage, manipulation, and homicide.
"A vintage true-crime page-turner." --M. William Phelps
"A richly special and deeply researched story of a grasping, sociopathic killer." --Caitlin Rother, New York Times bestselling writer of Lost Girls
"Prepare your self for a trip right into a meticulous legal mind." --Corey Mitchell, writer of Savage Son
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For now, I want you to lead me into the office, and tell me what if anything is out of place to you. If nothing is out of place, then I want you just to show me around. ” Blume held out the keys. The office was on the second floor. They used the broad, winding staircase instead of the elevator, almost as if they had silently agreed not to make more noise than necessary. ” “All offices. ” They walked into the office. She switched on fluorescent lights, which cast a fizzy whiteness that Blume found unpleasant after the dark street.
I’m betting she’s been here longer than you. Bet she’s older than you, too. ” Old enough to know better than to come running into the office first thing in the morning to get questioned aggressively by police, he thought. “Yes. She and Arturo handled the money. She’s in London now, at a conference for the RSPCA. ” Federica scrunched up her face as if she had difficulty remembering, but it turned out she was trying to get her English pronunciation right: “The Real Society for the Preventing of Animals Cruelty,” she said.
The idea of bringing this woman in for questioning seemed remote now. “Not yet. How did you hear of the murder? ” Manuela pushed an unruly curl from her forehead, patted her hair into shape. “A friend of my father’s. ” “Last night. Late. They phoned up to see if I was OK. It was two o’clock in the morning. I have been awake since, waiting for you. ” Blume was not surprised that the information had leaked. If the department and forensics teams had leaks, the judiciary was an open faucet. But the news had traveled too fast to this woman.