Seeker of Justice is Book Two in the Detective Hardwick series: In Book Two - The Christian Price case may be over, but Detective Hardwick barely has time to catch his breath before another killer emerges—one who believes murder is justice. As bodies begin to fall and the clues grow more twisted, Hardwick finds himself hunting an adversary whose greatest skill doesn't hinge on brutality...but intelligence.
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Seeker of Justice is Book Two in the Detective Hardwick series: In Book Two - The Christian Price case may be over, but Detective Hardwick barely has time to catch his breath before another killer emerges—one who believes murder is justice. As bodies begin to fall and the clues grow more twisted, Hardwick finds himself hunting an adversary whose greatest skill doesn't hinge on brutality...but intelligence.
First, let me say - I didn’t set out to become a writer. I was too busy running — literally. At fourteen, I was a competitive runner with my eyes on the finish line… until a friend (bless his clumsy soul) accidentally shattered my knee and my athletic dreams in one fell swoop. Overnight, I went from racing tracks to lying flat on my back, trapped beneath a fortress of blankets and a towering stack of Harlequin romances. My dad took one look at those bodice-rippers scattered across my bed, said nothing, and disappeared — only to return moments later, drop a book onto my lap, and declare: “You need to broaden your reading horizons.” The book was Iceberg by Clive Cussler. And just like that, my fate was sealed. Dirk Pitt became my new hero. Adventure, mystery, danger — all danced off the page and straight into my imagination. While my knee healed, a new dream took shape: I wanted to whisk readers away on thrilling journeys of their own. So here I am: a writer fueled by a twist of fate, a determined dad, and the legendary Clive Cussler. And while I may not be sprinting down tracks anymore, I’m still chasing stories — and loving every second of the race.
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Sometimes when life hands you lemons…well that’s all you get. Sure, you can make the lemonade, but without sweetener, that drink will give you one hell of a sour punch. What’s the sweetener? In life, that’s different for everyone. For me, it was the smooth stretches along my rather rutted, perilous road. But I got to where I am now and I’m still standing…most days. My daughter recently exclaimed, after one of my youthful anecdotes, “Geez, Mom, don’t you have any happy stories?” I do, of course, but there’s something about trauma that sears into your brain making it easier to overshadow the good memories.
My childhood was like most. Put a ball within reach and I’d hit it, kick it, or throw it. Put me near a tree and I’d climb it. Storm drains nearby? You better believe I was shimmying through one, until I discovered, quite rapidly, that I was claustrophobic. That put an end to the storm drain adventures. I was a tomboy through and through. I loved to run and so I ran everywhere. Even competed in running in school. The 100-meter dash was my specialty, and I won the medals to prove I was pretty daggum fast.
Yep, my childhood was average until around the age of thirteen, then everything started to go to Hell in a handbasket. It was about this time when life started teaching me lessons that no thirteen-year-old should need to learn. No, not the kind of lessons your brain probably leapt to—those lessons started a few years later—but you probably weren’t far off the mark, as it was in my pubescence that I discovered just how evil people could be. Did they make me evil? No, nor will I resort to the ‘devil made me do it’ stance, as I was perfectly capable of making my own decisions without influence of a malevolent entity. Still, I could say the actions of others drove me and there is truth in that, for had the actions of others not silenced me so thoroughly, I may not have elected the outlet that I did to be heard.
I won’t drag you down my memory rabbit hole for too long before getting to the crux of my story, but it is an important element in mental development. After all, for one to comprehend another’s mind, you must step inside that mind. Wouldn’t you agree? One thing I will divulge—I learned I’m capable of murder…but aren’t we all.
~ Seeker of Justice
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