PROVEN INNOCENCE
Mary J. Rocco
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GENRE: Suspense/murder
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BLURB:
Cynthia
Evans wakes up in the trunk of a car, no idea how she got there, only to
discover she’s wanted for the murder of her husband and children. With no
memory of life prior, Cynthia is sure she did not commit the crime.
Only
problem is-how does she convince anyone she’s not a murderer when she is not
sure who she is?
With
the help of a downtrodden diner waitress, Gabrielle, Cynthia fights to prove
her innocence.
One
thing is clear: Rick Evans is dead. But who is the real killer?
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EXCERPT
I am not in a coffin.
Why would they place a bleeding person in a coffin? A
bleeding person would not be placed in a grave. That is way too quick of a
turn¬around for a wake and funeral. I have not been buried alive.
Though not completely fresh, the blood is still somewhat
moist and cannot be over a few hours old. It explains why my head pounds and my
body aches, though it does not explain where all this discomfort originated.
Then, in the silence, I hear it—the pounding of gravel
against the pavement. I am not moving a muscle in my body, yet I am still
moving. The low hum of an engine resonates through my eardrums. I feel around
and notice a tire drum underneath me.
I am in the trunk of a car.
How did I get here? Where am I headed? Who would do such a
thing to me?
There is no indication where I am headed. All I can hear is
the low humming of the motor. If I strain, I can hear the faint beat of the
radio, unable to recognize any distinguishable words. The only audible sound is
muffled voices and murmurs.
Is the driver alone, or does he have a passenger with him?
By the speed, I assume we are on a major interstate. We are
traveling pretty fast, and the car is not making any sharp or sud¬den turns.
The ride is smooth without a change in speed to stop for traffic lights or stop
signs. It is a straight path along the high¬way with an occasional lane change.
I have no idea if the person driving knows I am locked in
their trunk, though I have a sneaking suspicion he is the person who placed me
here. All I can do is lie in wait for the final desti¬nation. I am helpless,
too weak to do anything drastic. No way to release myself from this dark pit.
My eyes remain open, afraid to drift back asleep. Alertness
is a necessity upon arrival at the destination. I must devise a plan for when
he takes me out of the trunk.
Should I pretend to be dead and wait until he has me over
his shoulders, then initiate a surprise attack?
A problem arises if the person driving never plans to take
me out of the trunk at all.
What if the plan is to leave me here until I die a slow and
awful death? What if he thinks I am already a dead, lifeless corpse? What if
the driver gets out, letting the emergency brake go, watching from the side of
the road as the car, with me locked in the trunk, rolls forward into the depths
of the nearest lake?
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
I have dreamed of being an author since the age of ten. I have
been writing and crafting stories for the last twenty years, mostly because,
well you know, life… and I got in my own way. After finishing law school,
graduate school, travelling the world, getting married and starting a family I
figured now was the time.
I was born and raised on Long Island, New York and spent ten years
in my early adulthood living carefree in New York City. I currently reside with
my husband and two beautiful children in the western suburbs of Chicago,
Illinois, where I am a practicing attorney.
I hope to continue to publish many more novels that entertain and
thrill readers.
Amazon Author Page:
https://www.amazon.com/stores/Mary-J.-Rocco/author/B0CX13KN4Y
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