When the Wicked Witch of the competitive Highland Dance World is found down on the athletic field, her skull crushed by a caber, it seems clear that someone wanted her very dead.
Ginny and Jim are again involved in a murder investigation centered on the Loch Lonach community. Neither wants to divert time from their wedding preparations, but when the police decide Ginny’s Maid of Honor is the prime suspect, she vows to do whatever is necessary to clear her friend's name. It's a race against time with Ginny's wedding—and her life—hanging in the balance.
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“You cowardly, selfish, mean-spirited, old bitch!” Caroline put her hands out in front of her and shoved. The maneuver worked better than she had anticipated. The Judge lost her balance and tumbled down the concrete steps to the landing at the bottom of the mezzanine.
Caroline stared at her handiwork, satisfaction fighting with horror, then, to her genuine relief, Jamieson was rising, hauling herself to her feet, gripping the rail, and Alan’s hands were on Caroline’s arms, pulling her back from the edge.
“You shouldn’t have touched her,” he said.
Caroline sucked in a big breath, her eyes still on her nemesis, her whole body shaking with anger. Even in the dim light, she could see Jamieson was bleeding. There was a cut over her right eye. Judge Jamieson looked up at her, her face twisted in fury. “I will see to it that you go to prison for this. You have attacked an officer of the court!”
“I shoved a bully.”
“I’ll have your job. Your license. Whatever it takes, I’ll make sure you don’t get away with this!”
Caroline’s eyes narrowed. “I suggest you go see a doctor. You might need stitches.”
Jamieson snarled. “You’re going to need more than stitches before I’m through with you!”
“Come on, let’s get out of here.” Alan urged.
Caroline watched a moment longer, then allowed Alan to lead her away. He was right. She shouldn’t have lost her temper like that. She was already regretting it.
She had known better, but the thought of all those people with no one to fight for them, to stand up to Jamieson for them, had overcome her reason. It was how she had been raised, to fight for the downtrodden.
They made their way onto the ramp, toward the clan tents and Alan’s car. Caroline was struggling with her conscience, and her bad ankle, which was threatening to collapse under her. She could hear Alan’s voice urging her to make haste, and heard again the threats Jamieson had made. Gary was right. A woman like that had enemies, a lot of them. It wouldn’t be a matter of if with her, just when and where and who.
Caroline paused on the edge of the ramp. The problem was, Jamieson could do it, destroy Caroline’s professional career, if she wanted to. Caroline frowned, thinking it through.
“I’m sorry, Alan. I need to make a pit stop before we leave the stadium.”
“I’ll go with you.”
She shook her head. “I’d rather you went across the field and got my bag out of the Cameron tent. Will you do that for me?”
He nodded. “Anything. All you have to do is ask.”
Excerpt from Final Fling by Maggie Foster. All rights reserved by publisher and author.