Snake River Secret, a Mary MacIntosh novel
Maureen Meehan Aplin
Copyright 2010 Maureen Meehan Aplin
I awoke slowly Saturday morning, sluggish and exhausted from the O’Connor trial. It was my first shot at being a big-time lawyer in a small town, and the experience kicked my butt. My name is Mary MacIntosh and I’m a trial attorney, as you’ve probably gathered, working for Harry Harrrison – a well-known big shot lawyer in the small town of Jackson, Wyoming, near Yellowstone National Park and the Grand Tetons. It wouldn’t be such a bad job if Harry would give me more responsibility. I’ve been working for him for seven years and all I do, it seems, is the boring stuff that Harry doesn’t want to do. I’m told that I’m an attractive woman – tall, lean and physically fit – but I rarely see the light of day, or go on a date for that matter, because I’m always at Harry’s beck and call. I don’t mean to complain. I love my job overall, but I need more in life.
I crawled out of bed, opened the door to my apartment and stared at the headline at my feet. “Killer is Still on the Loose.”
I read the rest of the article in bed, scanning to see if my name was mentioned as one of the lawyers on the case. Tucked into the third column of the second page I found, “Neither Harry Harrison nor Mary MacIntosh could be reached for comment.” I called Harry to see if he’d read the paper yet.