Destined for Trouble by Claudia Lefeve

Author:Claudia Lefeve [Lefeve, Claudia]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Tags: Crime, Fiction, Humour, Murder, Mystery & Detective, Women Sleuths
ISBN: 9781477829837
Google: nTUErgEACAAJ
Amazon: B00SBZFHTU
Publisher: Thomas & Mercer
Published: 2015-06-22T23:00:00+00:00

A few phone calls later, I had my answer. With a little help from my friends in the Houston Field Office, I was able to find out the name of the assistant district attorney assigned to the Harvey Boyette case. Though, as it turned out, had I waited to watch the evening news like everyone else, I would have figured it out all on my own without the help of the feds. It seemed our little island hamlet was big news. Normally, prosecutors weren’t assigned cases until an actual arrest was made, but a case like this was a career builder. Sure, it wasn’t enough of a high-profile case to warrant national coverage on Fox News, but any murder trial could help jump-start a young ADA’s career.

“Julia, honey, turn that off. All that talk about the murder here in Trouble boils down to sensationalism. Our town does not need this kind of publicity,” Mom said. “You’d think with all those bombings and wars going on around the world they’d find something more newsworthy to report.”

No one ever dared argue with my mom when she was in one of her moods, so I turned off the television and headed upstairs to see what the online news sources were reporting.

I did a quick search, and according to the online news article, Hartley Crawford had been assigned the case. At this stage, he had elected not to respond to questions from reporters, but the network provided a nice head shot of the up-and-coming assistant district attorney. If he wasn’t prosecuting a case in which my best friend could very well be the defendant, I would have drooled—he was that good-looking. He was what Aunt Lula would call a prized stud.

So this is the guy who could ultimately be in charge of my friend’s fate , I thought. Now that I had more to go on, what was I going to do next?

I’d begun to daydream about the handsome attorney when Mom called up from downstairs. “Jules, you got a package! I think it’s flowers!” Under any normal circumstances, my mom would never yell—it wasn’t ladylike—but receiving flowers was cause for excitement. In her mind, flowers equated to a man—and a man equated to grandchildren.

Were they from James, pleading for me to come back home? Or maybe they were from Justin, as some sort of peace offering showing he realized I only had my friend’s best interest at heart, although I doubted it. During the time we dated, he never once splurged on flowers.

I ran down the stairs and took the rectangular box from my mother’s outstretched hands. I think she was more excited than I was.

“Well, open it,” she urged, anxiously waiting to see what my admirer sent.

I opened the box and moved the delicate tissue paper, only to reveal a box of black roses. I’d heard of black flowers before, a custom novelty variety that only goth chicks and serial killers would order, but who would send me these?

Mom frowned in confusion. “Is that a new trend? Black roses? I’ll never understand you young kids.

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