Here’s a short excerpt from Missing Brandy, the second book in the Fina Fitzgibbons mystery series, a work in progress.
We gathered around Phillipa’s address book. There weren’t many entries and I felt a stab somewhere near my heart. It was grief and something else. Guilt. But guilt and grief get mixed up sometimes—they’re from the same brown paper bag, as my gran used to say.
I felt sorry for Phillipa. Sorry because we were disregarding her privacy, sorry because she hadn’t many friends judging from the few scribbles we found, sorry because she was such an innocent, even after her corruption. Like most single moms, every breath she took was for her child. She’d tried so hard and she never had a chance, and here I was, in the face of her holiness, traipsing through her freedom.
Photo: Manhattan Bridge at Magic Hour from Whyte Hotel, Brooklyn. Credit: ChrisGoldNY (Flickr), Creative Commons.