{"id":258623,"date":"2026-07-13T16:24:02","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T13:24:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/die-trying-lynn-emery\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T16:24:02","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T13:24:02","slug":"die-trying-lynn-emery","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/die-trying-lynn-emery\/","title":{"rendered":"Die Trying – Lynn Emery"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\u201cYeah. Like that old joke says, every man deserves his decade in court. But you\u2019re right. Holloway has already started working on his defense.\u201d Charmaine turned her attention back to the twenty-seven inch monitor on her desk. \u201cOh, he\u2019s going to have three or four strategies sketched out. But the mental state angle is smart no matter which way the DA jumps,\u201d Jessi replied and continued scanning the screen in her hand.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe food is minutes away.\u201d \u201cGreat, cause all this talk about crime and trials has me hungry.\u201d Charmaine sat back in her chair, gaze still on the monitor. \u201cCain had six charges on record. He was on house arrest once. Went through one of those court diversion programs for minor drug charges. Those are his adult cases. Juvenile records aren\u2019t public.\u201d \u201cHe was at Bridge City once.<\/p>\n

Group homes twice after getting tossed from foster care. He ran off at sixteen and started dancing,\u201d Jessi replied. \u201cHow did you\u2014\u201d The doorbell brought Jessi to her feet with a wide grin. \u201cHold that thought. Dinner is served.\u201d For the next fifteen minutes they concentrated on filling their empty stomachs. Charmaine made a pitcher of hibiscus tea, her latest obsession and a nod to being healthy. She\u2019d given up carbonated soft drinks and convinced Jessi to do the same. At least when she ate at Charmaine\u2019s house.<\/p>\n

The aroma of ribs and chicken wings filled the kitchen. They sat on stools at the butcher block island. Charmaine licked a thumb after she finished the last of a lemon pepper winglet. \u201cPlease say you didn\u2019t break any laws to get Zac Cain\u2019s juvenile records.\u201d Charmaine squinted at her baby sister. \u201cI plead the fifth.\u201d Jessi laughed when Charmaine sucked her teeth. \u201cRelax. I\u2019ll take all the blame.\u201d \u201cJessi, be serious. The criminal justice system doesn\u2019t play when it comes to protecting information on minors.\u201d<\/p>\n

Charmaine wiped her hands on a moist towelette. \u201cOkay, Miss Social Justice Warrior.\u201d Jessi tossed a few fries in her mouth and chewed. \u201cI don\u2019t want us to be part of the problem, even if it helps our investigation. It\u2019s bad enough \u2018law and order\u2019 fanatics like Senator O\u2019Donovan have loosened confidentiality laws around delinquency records. It affects those kids for the rest of their lives.\u201d<\/p>\n

Charmaine huffed in outrage. \u201cYou preaching to the choir up in here.<\/p>\n

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Chapter 1 | Rock Meets Hard Place Chapter 2 | The Upside Down Chapter 3 | What\u2019s Done in the Dark Chapter 4 | Ghost Story Chapter 5 | Why You Always Lyin\u2019? Chapter 6 | Bad B*tches Rule Chapter 7 | A Corpse on My Good Rug Chapter 8 | Dirty Details Chapter 9 | Oh No She Didn\u2019t Chapter 10 | Murder, She Spoke Chapter 11 | She\u2019s a Bad Mama Jama Chapter 12 | Twists and Turns Chapter 13 | Shakedown Chapter 14 | Head Games Chapter 15 | One for the Money, Honey Chapter 16 | Fright Night Chapter 17 | Stick a Fork in \u2019Em, They\u2019re Done Chapter 18 | What Goes Around Sign up for Lynn Emery’s Mailing List Also By Lynn Emery About the Author OceanofPDF.com D Chapter 1 Rock Meets Hard Place etective Bryan Harrison drummed neatly manicured fingers on his desk while Charmaine stared back at him, channeling her baby sister\u2019s warrior princess attitude.<\/p>\n

Jessi would be cussing right about now. Charmaine had more restraint. Usually. Monday mornings always sucked. She ignored the bright sunshine of mid-April outside Harrison\u2019s office window. Their meeting had started off amicably enough. Five minutes of chitchat. How\u2019s the wife and kids? Junior Harrison\u2014well he wasn\u2019t a junior but whatever\u2014was a STEM whiz kid freshman at Tulane. So proud. Harrison\u2019s fifteen-year-old daughter had recently gone boy crazy. Charmaine said it\u2019s a normal teenage girl phase. Harrison said he hoped it would end tomorrow. Yada-yada, blah-blah. And then the pitch.<\/p>\n

The real reason Harrison had oh-so-politely asked Charmaine to fit him into her busy schedule, which wasn\u2019t all that busy. A case. A supernatural shitstorm of a case, in fact. \u201cNo,\u201d Charmaine said when Harrison opened his mouth to speak. \u201cI don\u2019t think you grasp the significance of this threat. A very important man\u2019s mother is worried,\u201d Harrison intoned. \u201cOh dear. How awful,\u201d Charmaine replied in her best deadpan tone.<\/p>\n

He stood and continued to study her for a few moments. Then he turned his back to Charmaine and stared out the window of his office. He clasped his hands behind his back. Over six feet tall, Harrison looked impressive in his dark-blue suit and ivory shirt. The look was completed by a lime green- and navy-striped silk tie. He was a policeman with political ambitions. Handsome with skin the color of milk chocolate, educated, and a family man. Perfect look for campaign flyers. \u201cYou mean he\u2019s important to you.<\/p>\n

I couldn\u2019t care less if his racist ass is being haunted.\u201d Charmaine drained the last of the coffee from the cup he\u2019d served her. \u201cNice brew, though.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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