HIDING IN THE SHADOWS by Claudia Brown Mosley
ISBN: 978-0-9790222-9-6
GENRES: Fiction, Contemporary, Mystery
BLURB
Love's journey is sometimes traveled with baggage. Is devotion enough to carry
the load when it gets heavy or even deadly?
Tracy is an entrepreneur in the computer industry who didn't
know her new love interest had a deceptive past which would force her to answer
that question. When Edmund, a charismatic and prominent attorney swept her off
her feet, Tracy was ecstatic about the relationship and a chance to ride love's
train, but she didn't realize that sometimes, all that glitters is not gold.
Soon scandal and skeletons come creeping out of Edmund's closet.
As he frantically tries to stay one step ahead of the dirty little secrets that
haunt his past, Tracey finds herself pondering the reality of whether she really
knows the man she loves. She is forced to decide whether Edmund's past will
tear them apart or bring them closer together. As the relationship struggles
to blossom against the odds, Tracy prays that love will be enough to conquer
all, including what's Hiding in the Shadows.
In a tantalizing and perplexing mystery, Claudia Brown Mosley
lures readers along a path of unraveling the enigma of truth. Hiding in the
Shadows is an intriguing and thrilling suspense of obsessive pursuit, destructive
lies and the reality that's buried in between.
EXCERPT
"Where the hell are you Edmund?" She mouthed the words as she paced
back and forth staring angrily at the phone. It had been three hours since she
left a message with his secretary for him to call her.
"I hope that useless, sorry excuse for an assistant got my number right."
She held the scissors tightly in her hands to the point that the skin on her
knuckles turned whitish in color where they griped the handle. She raised both
her hands above her head before bringing them down hard and stabbing the magazine
on the wooden table in front of her. Frantically, she ripped the publication
to shreds. She continued slashing and ripping and slashing and ripping until
her anger-induced frenzy was interrupted by the ring of the phone.
Gently placing the scissors on the table besides the destruction she had just
created, she ran her fingers through her hair and stood up straight trying to
make herself more presentable for the call. As she picked up the phone, she
lowered the tone of her voice in an effort to camouflage her current psychopathic
state.
"Hello." She managed to pull her emotions together long enough to
sound normal.
"Did someone from this number call my office about a case?" Edmund
seemed irritated by the anonymous nature of the message left for him.
"Yes, Mr. Fox, I called. I need some legal advice and a friend of mine
highly recommended you." She was excited about hearing his voice and curled
her fingers around the phone cord while talking to him.
"What kind of legal advice do you need?" His voice was still ringing
with irritation, but that did not matter to her, it turned her on none-the-less.
"It's an extremely sensitive matter that I don't want to discuss on the
phone. I need the best lawyer in town, and I was told you're the best."
She knew that catering to his ego would soften his mood.
"I think I have a few openings tomorrow. Call my secretary in the morning
to set up an appointment, and I'll talk to you tomorrow..Ms.?
"Jones. My last name is Jones, and I'll see you tomorrow." She hung
up thinking how generic the fake name sounded, but it was the best she could
think of on the spur of the moment, and at least it got her an appointment to
see him.
As the line went dead she thought to herself, "You will get yours Edmund!
When it's all over you will wish you were never born!"
She picked the scissors up and stabbed them into the table once again. On the
other end of the table were several more magazines, she had been collecting
them for the project at hand. She grabbed another one and began flipping through
the articles for the words she needed. Cutting them precisely from an array
of different shapes, sizes and colors; she finally had enough clippings to construct
the message she wanted to send.
"You've messed with the wrong woman Edmund. I was "One Too Many for
you."
The white gloves were lying on the bed. She grabbed those first and slowly,
one by one, put them on, smoothing out the wrinkles as she slid her fingers
into their properly fitting spaces, ensuring that there would be no fingerprints
as evidence of who the sender was. After she had composed her message of hate,
she put her reading glasses on to review her handy-work.
"Perfect! You Shit head! She thought out loud, grinning mischievously.
"Squirm in your skin like the fucking snake that you are."
Pleased with the mental head game she was about to play, she used a wet sponge
to seal the envelope, leaving no DNA evidence, before she addressed the letter
to Edmund. Feeling content in her actions, she walked to the closet and pulled
out her outfit of torture; canary yellow in color with matching shoes. It was
form fitting and event fitting as well. The perfect tool to make a man drool
as someone ended his life.
She smiled as she put the wig on first, smoothing each strand with care, and
then removed the plastic dry cleaner protective bag from her weapon of mass
destruction. She slid the snug fitting dress upon her exercised obsessed sculpted
body. The dress fit her like a glove with all the prominent areas being accentuated
in the manner she desired. Standing in her full-length mirror, looking at the
vision before her, she murmured to herself, "You're dressed to kill. Edmund
won't know what hit him.
