by Addison Brae
My boyfriend believed I was too gutless to leave. He was dead wrong. I graduated Harvard and moved to Dallas where I work at the local pub. When the neighborhood’s drug dealer falls to his death, the cops say suicide. The pub’s hot guitar player and I suspect foul play, and we’ll prove it. Digging deeper, we’re drawn closer to each other. Then we make a shocking discovery. We know the murderer.