A Knock on the Door is about two women who uncover a murder and vow to expose the killer. Tme is running out and they find that their own names are on the kill list. The path which the truth takes them on is one they never could have suspected. Do they have the courage and the ability to bring down the Director of the National Security Agency?
Ended
I'm 50 chapters in to the second in a series! When you read this teaser for the next book (untitled as of yet), you are DEFINITELY going to wish you had read A Knock on the Door! There's only SIX days left to pre-order your copies. With the Take me over the Top bonus it's only $13.00 per copy! Happy holiday shopping, all!
Here's your sneak peak at Lori's next adventure:
Prologue
The boy dangled his legs over the side of the dock. His toes barely registered the icy water as his mind swirled in the images he had seen an hour ago. The sound of gunshots still rang in his ears. He should tell his mom, but he wasn’t sure if she would believe him after all the trouble he’d been in. He knew he should tell the police, but he had little faith these small town cops would believe anything he said. Being black in Virginia wasn’t much different than Mississippi. He was in a place he shouldn’t have been, hanging with a kid he was forbidden to be with. A clear violation of the agreement with the local judge that had kept him out of the juvenile detention center. His teeth found what was left of his craggy fingernail. What if they find me?
The sudden blow to his head erased any further potential of thought, as his body collapsed against the old, splintered wood beneath him. Concrete made the splash much bigger as his body disappeared into the dark, settling into the thick grasses deep at the bottom.
The man uttered a sarcastic, “Sleep with the fishes, kid.”
Dante’s question had been definitively answered.
Chapter 1
Lori stared at the stacks of books on the table in front of her. Her fingers absently slid over the embossed letters of the book’s title. A Knock on the Door. She leaned back in her chair, a deep sigh escaping her lips.
The symbolism of the title sometimes overwhelmed her. It triggered visceral emotions that transported her back in time. First, to the memory of the sheriff delivering the news of her husband's death. Then, the sound of Carl Baxter knocking on the door where things could have gone very badly. The former Director of the NSA, Jack’s murderer. A year later, knocking still evoked the horrific moments that had profoundly changed her life. Her fingers trembled slightly as her peripheral vision caught movement of the young woman approaching from her left.....
