{"id":265464,"date":"2026-07-16T14:12:59","date_gmt":"2026-07-16T11:12:59","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/left-field-lillian-byrd-crime-series-book-5-elizabeth-sims\/"},"modified":"2026-07-16T14:12:59","modified_gmt":"2026-07-16T11:12:59","slug":"left-field-lillian-byrd-crime-series-book-5-elizabeth-sims","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/left-field-lillian-byrd-crime-series-book-5-elizabeth-sims\/","title":{"rendered":"Left Field Lillian Byrd Crime Series Book 5 – Elizabeth Sims"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Her territory, like a little pit bull. When my turn came to bat, I strolled over to the plate, bat on my shoulder. As I scuffed the dirt, pretending like it was necessary, I kicked a little toward Carmen and murmured, \u201cYou think all that padding can protect you from the truth?\u201d I felt the shock-vibe right through her face mask, her eyes angry behind their little black bars.<\/p>\n

Her voice shot out at me. \u201cWhat did you say?\u201d \u201cYou heard me.\u201d I let it stay there as I whiffed on two consecutive pitches, took a ball, then grounded out weakly to third. I knew Jackie was trying to be merciful and serve me up the easiest pitches she could: no spin, no nothing. When I managed to open my eyes while swinging, all I could see was her. Oh, well.<\/p>\n

After practice Jackie asked if we could talk. I said, \u201cWhy don\u2019t you stop over at my place?\u201d The look on her face was like, I thought you\u2019d never ask. I hate clutter, so my design aesthetic was along the lines of a Navy barracks\u2014plain white enamel-metal table in the kitchen, plus chairs of the kind that used to be considered utilitarian, then went away altogether, then came back when some designer in a loft in New York decided the style was incredibly hip.<\/p>\n

Then it got expensive and all the cool people had to have it. Then they got tired of it, and now you could find the new-old stuff in secondhand stores. I\u2019m always suspicious of secondhand upholstery, so I managed to score a brand-new couch and a couple of armchairs on clearance. They were an offbeat zucchini color, but everything else I had was neutral, so it all looked OK. My Aunt Rosalie had made a few throw cushions in a somewhat complementary gold color.<\/p>\n

Perhaps the old \u201970s-era green and gold were poised to make a huge comeback, and I\u2019d be riding the crest of that exciting wave. Jackie and I both knew where things were headed. I offered her a seat on the couch. \u201cWhat a\u2014nice\u2014place!\u201d she said.<\/p>\n

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Elizabeth Sims Starter Pack Get free stuff to read! Sign up for the no-spam newschat and get three exclusive pieces of Elizabeth\u2019s work: a novelette, a brief on writing convincing characters, and a personal essay about being a Midwestern writer, all for free, as a thank-you. Details are at the end of this book. LEFT FIELD Lillian Byrd Crime Novel #5 Elizabeth Sims Spruce Park Press This book won a GCLS Goldie award CONTENTS Elizabeth Sims Starter Pack LEFT FIELD 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 GET THE STARTER PACK Special Note About Elizabeth Books by Elizabeth Sims Thanks Copyright 1 Ever since I\u2019d killed a person in hot-blooded self-defense, my life had been kind of sketchy.<\/p>\n

During that messy time\u2014two years ago, it was\u2014I\u2019d had to abandon my car, euthanize my best friend, and come to realize that my taste in women was really, really shitty. Well, was that last thing entirely true? My luck in love was calamitous, but how could I know at the start that a woman was going to turn out bad? Love is like reason in reverse: instead of starting with some little idea or premise and developing a logical body of thought from there, you start with this thunderbolt, this immense passionate storm of pelvis and heart; you jump into it, and one day you realize you\u2019re in so deep you can\u2019t even see the place you jumped from anymore.<\/p>\n

So the possibility of making a measured, considered descent is impossible. It\u2019s past. You\u2019re in. I\u2019ve spent my entire adult life trying to figure that out. The best friend I referred to a minute ago was my beloved pet rabbit, Todd. I\u2019d had to mourn him and my 1985 Chevrolet Caprice, and I\u2019d had to come to grips with the new capacities I\u2019d discovered in myself. (Fortunately, my best human friend, Truby, was alive and well in California.)<\/p>\n

You\u2019re probably wondering about the life I took in self-defense and how it happened. She was a lover who turned out to be a murderer, and she was in the act of trying to kill me, because I had uncovered the things she had done. So, yes, self-defense. Still, it\u2019s a pretty heavy trip when you feel the heart that you were at one time ready to defend to the death quiver, then stop beating, through the haft of your knife.<\/p>\n

Had the capacity for killing always been inside me, the product of some unknowable synapse development, buried deep? Or had it developed on the instant of necessity and from now on was my quiet little companion, to be called up at will? Will I go to heaven or hell?<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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