“Fucking bitch,” I heard him mutter angrily. My face ached and my thigh burned from where it had scraped the asphalt, and I struggled to breathe properly through the pain in my back and stomach. I hit the ground hard, my hands taking the brunt of it, but still smacked the side of my face on the ground. His hand closed around my neck and he pulled me upright before carelessly tossing me away. I was forced to release him, the painful blow knocking the wind from my lungs and leaving me unprepared for his punch to my stomach. Unable to get any leverage between us, his arm came down hard and he slammed a fist into my back. Furious, I came back at him again, grabbing the hand holding my necklace and sinking my teeth into it. “Give that back!” “Get off me,” he growled, shoving me away. Surprised, he turned sharply to avoid my lunge, the movement causing the knife to bite into the skin of my arm. “No!” I leapt forward and grabbed his fist, clenched tightly around the pendant. His hand closed around the pendant and yanked, the chain of the necklace biting painfully into my skin before it broke. “My husband’s is on his way,” I lied, grasping for straws. “Give me the necklace or you’ll regret it,” the mugger said, jerking me back to the imminently dangerous here and now. And Kathleen Turner, law office runner, can trust no one if she wants to survive.

Maybe to the very office that Blane Kirk commands. It’s the opening gambit in a web of murder, deceit, conspiracy, and fraud that stretches to the law firm for which Kathleen works.

Shock and horror are followed by gritty determination when it becomes clear that Sheila’s death isn’t random and it isn’t the result of a jealous boyfriend. Slipping from bed with the intention of making sure everything is okay, Kathleen knocks on friend’s door, only to find Sheila murdered, her naked body sprawled on sheets stained crimson with her blood.

As disturbing as that is, it’s the ominous sound of silence afterwards that keeps Kathleen from falling back to sleep.

It’s the middle of the night when Kathleen hears fighting coming from Sheila’s apartment. One of those friends is her neighbor Sheila, though Kathleen can’t say she’s completely comfortable with Sheila’s job choice as a high-dollar escort. She’s made some friends in the few months she’s been in Indy. More likely to assure she keeps her job, yes. After that…well…she was more about the avoiding. Before she did a mortifying face plant in his lap during a meeting, she was quite happy ogling him from afar. And one of the senior partners is a dreamboat in that obscenely rich, disturbingly good looking, slightly snobbish sort of way. She’s a runner for a high-powered law firm in town, not the most prestigious of positions, but it and her part-time bartender gig at least pays the bills. She moved to Indianapolis to start seeing to them, but things aren’t going quite as well as she’d hoped.

Kathleen turner series by tiffany snow