Edna Buchanan

"Love Kills" 

An interesting
book by a good
writer. Enjoy.
When a bulldozer in the Everglades unearths the skull of an infamous kidnapper, the Cold Case Squad is brought in to investigate. Britt was the last person to see him alive, and the detectives have questions only she can answer. 

On a remote desert island where she has sought solace, Montero finds a camera on an isolated beach. The film inside yields photos of a happy young couple on their honeymoon. Soon after, Britt is shocked to learn the newlyweds were lost at sea. 

When only the groom is rescued, the connection between the reporter and the new widower astonishes her -- and Britt is even more astonished when she finds out the truth. Ultimately, her search for the bridegroom's secrets and the Cold Case Squad's search for the kidnapper's killer collide. 

Britt finds herself desperate and in danger, and only one person can help -- Cold Case Squad Lt. K. C. Riley, McDonald's childhood sweetheart. The two women must confront their differences in order to survive and to protect the life of someone they both care about deeply.

Edna Buchanan commanded Miami's police beat for eighteen years. She reported more than 5,000 violent deaths, 3,000 of them murders. She also covered kidnappings, riots, fatal fires, major plane crashes and other disasters.
What better background for Fiction?
As Edna says, "I love to write novels. But now more than ever, I realize how lucky I was to be a journalist. There is something noble and exciting about venturing out every day to seek the truth.
"Nobody loves a police reporter. I've been threatened with arrest, had rocks and bottles thrown at me, and received threatening letters, subpoenas, and obscene phone calls—some of them from my editors.
"Police reporters are usually as welcome among strangers as Freddy Krueger in the girls' dorm. While authors are invited to speak at luncheons, museums and library breakfasts. In my case reporter and author are the same, not entirely comfortable at luncheons and cocktail parties. I'm still more comfortable knocking on a stranger's door to ask if he murdered his wife."