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.
""As good as the first three, which is saying something!”
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, crying out, 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, suddenly there was another woman there, hurrying down the steps, picking Judge Jamieson up, helping her to her feet, and Alan’s hands were on her arms, pulling her back from the edge.
“You shouldn’t have touched her.”
Caroline sucked in a big breath, her eyes still on her nemesis, who stood blotting her forehead. Even in the dim light, Caroline could see she was bleeding.
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!”
The other woman was listening, looking up at Caroline, frowning at her. A witness. A black woman, Caroline noticed, in a long, flowing dress.
“Come on, let’s get out of here.” Alan urged her in the direction of the parking lot.
Caroline watched a moment longer, while the black woman pulled something from her purse and applied it to the wound over Judge Jamieson’s eye, then allowed Alan to lead her away. He was right. She shouldn’t have lost her temper like that. She was in serious trouble now.
She had known better, had known what Jamieson was capable of. 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. She sighed to herself. What she needed now was someone to fight for her.
Excerpt from Final Fling by Maggie Foster.All rights reserved by publisher and author.