Six months into cold cases after a deadly explosion destroyed her career and killed two colleagues, she's supposed to be filing paperwork, not hunting corrupt officials.
But when a routine surveillance bust puts a deadbeat dad behind bars, something shifts. Booker remembers why she became a cop in the first place—to make the bastards pay.
A missing trucker. A vanished teenager. Separate cases, separate files, but all roads lead back to the same rot eating Tideview from the inside. Mayor Taylor. TRG developers. A system built on backroom deals.
The explosion at Dry Dock 4 was supposed to end her. Instead, it just pissed her off.
Now she's coming for everyone who thought cold cases meant she'd stay quiet.
In Tideview, justice doesn't retire. And neither does Kat Booker.
I write police procedural mysteries where the obvious answer doesn’t always hold up. Currently working on the Kat Booker Mysteries. The deeper she digs, the worse it gets—for the suspects, the victims, and sometimes for her.
I live and write in Fallbrook, California, tucked among rolling hills with my wife Ruth and our joyful chaos of kids, dogs, chickens, and rabbits. When I'm not chained to the keyboard, I'm usually out in the vineyard pretending I know what I'm doing with wine—or getting thoroughly outplayed at chess.