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  1. Cover
  2. Love best-selling fiction?
  3. Also by McGarvey Black
  4. Dedication
  5. Epigraph
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  59. Acknowledgements
  60. A note from the publisher
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When Conner asked her to marry him after only a few months, she had accepted, believing they would live a charmed New York City life. She was madly in love with him and for Conner, marrying the beautiful Portuguese-American girl with the over-the-top Central Park West four-bedroom-four bath co-op was like marrying a queen with a castle.

“Tomorrow, we have one mission,” said Zoe, taking another sip of her bourbon and looking directly into Sean’s eyes. “Stop that murder. We can’t let that woman get away with it. If the police won’t help, it’s up to us.”

“Again, we don’t know for sure that it’s definitely a murder,” said Sean, trying to reel in his entertaining but highly imaginative friend.

“How can you say that? We totally know it’s a murder,” said Zoe, a little drunk and getting animated. “What else could it possibly be?”

While they chatted and argued amiably, Zoe opened her nightstand drawer and dug around for an old Ambien container that still had a few tablets left inside. Pouring one tiny pill into her hand, she broke it in half with her teeth. She put one half back in the bottle and downed the other half with bourbon.

“Did you just take an Ambien and wash it down with bourbon again?” said Sean.

“Only a half, you know I have trouble sleeping,” said Zoe rolling her eyes.

“That is so not a good idea. Either have a drink or take the pill but don’t mix them.”

“I’m only having one drink and I only took half a pill. Relax. I’ve got this.”

Sean shook his head.

The two friends kicked the murder can down the road for a few more minutes before saying goodnight. When she placed her phone on the nightstand, Zoe noticed the nearly empty Ambien bottle still sitting there. She took out another half pill and popped it into her mouth. At least I’ll get some sleep after that not happy call with Conner. Switching off the bedroom lamp, she closed her eyes.

At nearly the same moment, a young woman high on meth entered Central Park from the north entrance on West 110th Street. They wouldn’t find her body until six thirty the following morning when a cleaning crew came through the park to empty garbage cans.

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