Author Cassandra Fallows has achieved remarkable success by baring her life on the page.Her two widely popular memoirs continue to sell briskly,acclaimed for their brutal,unexpurgated candor about friends,family,lovers and herself.But now,after a singularly unsuccessful stab at fiction, Cassandra believes she may have found the story that will enable her triumphant return to nonfiction.

When Cassandra was a girl, growing up in a racially diverse middle-class neighborhood in Baltimore,her best friends were all black: elegant, privileged Donna; sharp,shrewd Tisha;wild and worldly Fatima.A fifth girl orbited their world a shy,quiet,unobtrusive child named Calliope Jenkins who,years later,would be accused of killing her infant son.Yet the boy’s body was never found and Calliope’s unrelenting silence on the subject forced a judge to jail her for contempt.For seven years, Calliope refused to speak and the court was finally forced to let her go. Cassandra believes this still unsolved real-life mystery,largely unknown outside Baltimore,could be her next bestseller.But her homecoming and latest journey into the past will not be welcomed by everyone,especially by her former friends,who are unimpressed with Cassandra’s success and are insistent on their own version of their shared history.And by delving too deeply into Calliope’s dark secrets,Cassandra may inadvertently unearth a few of her own forcing her to reexamine the memories she holds most precious,as the stark light of truth illuminates a mother’s pain,a father’s betrayal . . . and what really transpired on a terrible day that changed not only a family but an entire country.




In a quiet suburb,a woman desperately clings to her sanity as a shadowy presence moves objects around her home.In a hotel room across the city,an art dealer with a dubious sexual past is found butchered,his body arranged to mimic the Hangman card from the Tarot deck.But what connects them? When criminal psychologist Dr.Kate Pearson is brought in to help investigate the murder,she finds herself plunged into a web of sexual power and evil which spreads from Dublin to Paris,and then to Rome.Will Kate discover the identity of the killer before it’s too late to protect the innocent? But what separates the innocent from the guilty when the sins of the past can never be forgotten?




Daniel McEvoy,an Irish bouncer at a seedy New Jersey club.Daniel has a problem.Well,he has several,but the worst is that the girl he loves was just murdered.Then more people around him start dying and not of natural causes.Suddenly Daniel’s got the mob,cops,and an unstable lovesick neighbor after him,and the only clue points towards the crooked doctor who gave him hair implants before vanishing into thin air.Luckily or perhaps unluckily he has the help of a volatile detective,a permanently hungover army psychologist,and a mischievous ghost.




You got a fast car
I want a ticket to anywhere
Maybe we make a deal
Maybe together we can get somewhere
Anyplace is better
Starting from zero got nothing to lose
Maybe we’ll make something
Me,myself I got nothing to prove

You got a fast car
I got a plan to get us out of here
I been working at the convenience store
Managed to save just a little bit of money
Won’t have to drive too far
Just ‘cross the border and into the city
You and I can both get jobs
And finally see what it means to be living

You see my old man’s got a problem
He live with the bottle that’s the way it is
He says his body’s too old for working
His body’s too young to look like his
My mama went off and left him
She wanted more from life than he could give
I said somebody’s got to take care of him
So I quit school and that’s what I did

You got a fast car
Is it fast enough so we can fly away
We gotta make a decision
Leave tonight or live and die this way

So remember we were driving,driving in your car
Speed so fast I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped ’round my shoulder
I had a feeling that I belonged
I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone

You got a fast car
We go cruising to entertain ourselves
You still ain’t got a job
I work in a market as a checkout girl
I know things will get better
You’ll find work and I’ll get promoted
We’ll move out of the shelter
Buy a bigger house and live in the suburbs

I remember we were driving,driving in your car
Speed so fast I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped ’round my shoulder
I had a feeling that I belonged
I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone

You got a fast car
I got a job that pays all our bills
You stay out drinking late at the bar
See more of your friends than you do of your kids
I’d always hoped for better
Thought maybe together you and me would find it
I got no plans I ain’t going nowhere
So take your fast car and keep on driving

I remember we were driving,driving in your car
Speed so fast I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped ’round my shoulder
I had a feeling that I belonged
I had a feeling I could be someone,be someone,be someone

You got a fast car
But is it fast enough so you can fly away
You gotta make a decision
Leave tonight or live and die this way

 Tracy Chapman is one of my favorite artists.She’s beautiful and inspiring.


A Driving Cop. A Daring Journalist. A Twisted Killer. Let The Mind Game Begin

One year on,DI Mike Mulcahy is exactly where he wants to be,co-ordinating international intelligence for the Garda National Drugs Unit in Dublin.With Ireland in economic turmoil,he reckons solving the mystery of how a €100 million shipment of cocaine came to be abandoned off the south coast might save his team from the harsh government cutbacks

 Reporter Siobhan Fallon is recovering from her ordeal in The Priest.Struggling to re-establish herself on the Sunday Herald news desk,she’s an emotional basket case but her nose for a story is sharp as ever.When a suicide turns out to have a bizarre missing-persons’ angel,she’s convinced there is something darker to it.But with a vital piece of evidence beyond her grasp,he must turn to Mulcahy for help.Neither of them anticipates what deadly ground they’re setting out on,or that their journey will lead them on a trail of terror to the wilds of West Cork and a blood-drenched showdown with a remorseless killer…




A young Pakistani pre-med student has been doused with petrol and set afire,burning to death while five men in grotesque masks circle about him,poking him with sticks to keep him from leaving the spot Lacey sees what’s happening and calls for backup.As the men scatter,she covers the burning man with her coat in an effort to smother the flames.But she is too late.As Lacey struggles to understand why someone would do something so horrific,she tries to learn more about the victim, Aamir Chowdbury.Though his family won’t talk about him,something Lacey finds curious,she does discover that he had recently moved out of his family’s home into his own apartment and pretty much kept to himself and didn’t seem to have any enemies.Could this simply be a senseless hate crime? Or might there be a deeper mystery to Aamir’s murder? With no clues to go on,Lacey has to break a few rules to get to some answers.




It was four o’clock in the morning.A young woman pushed through the hospital doors.Staff would later say they thought the woman was a new mother,returning to her child and in a way,she was.
She walked into the nursery,where a baby girl lay sleeping.The infant didn’t wake when the woman placed her gently in the shopping bag she had brought with her.There is CCTV footage of what happened next,and most Australians would have seen it,either on the internet or the news.The woman walked out to the car park,towards an old Corolla.For a moment,she held the child gently against her breast and,with her eyes closed,she smelled her.She then clipped the infant into the car,got in and drove off.That is where the footage ends.It isn’t where the story ends,however.It’s not even where the story starts. 




Hettie Reed has been left for dead in a shallow grave by a serial-killing monster that hides behind a charming smile.The encounter left her changed…and with a terrible hunger to satisfy.She meets Henry Payton,an elderly retired homicide detective,that is intimately familiar with the manner of her death.He has lived too long between the long night of his own depression and his failure to save the women that haunt him.They are soon in over their heads when they discover that the nature of Hettie’s death has brought them to the attention of a larger,darker power.




Irene’s best friend O’Connor is dead murdered at his own front door…and all because of an unsolved, three-decades-old murder the blustery,big-hearted newspaperman wouldn’t let rest in peace.Once Irene Kelly gave up journalism for public relations.Now the sudden,brutal death of her mentor is pulling her back to the news desk.But the search for O’Connor’s killer may prove fatal for the intrepid reborn reporter.Because a savagely murdered “Jane Doe” corpse from thirty years ago is pointing the way into a lethal maze of blood and politics.And in the blink of an eye it could be “Goodnight, Irene”…forever.




When his wife Laurie doesn’t show to collect their son Nathan from school,Marc tells himself she’s stuck in traffic,or maybe she forgot it was her turn.When her phone goes to voicemail,it’s because she forgot to charge it.But the memory of her last disappearance hangs heavy over the small family just after Nathan’s birth,she disappeared for ten days with no word.Is she just gone again? Or did something happen to her? As Mark struggles to care for his son and shield him from the truth of what’s going on,the police seem dangerously short of leads. That is,until a shocking discovery…