MURDER I WRITE...

Where do we 'go' when we dream...Found inside the wall cavity of a century old building inherited by cousins Olivia and Phoebe Jamieson were the remains of a man along with four original oil paintings still listed as missing from WWII thefts. From the moment of that discovery Olivia struggles with her growing attraction to the lead detective, the disruptive presence of an art investigator and confusion over a series of reoccurring dreams that seemed connected to the man and the art. Then just when Olivia begins to make sense of where she 'goes' in her sleep there's a new murder, her cousin and the art expert disappear and her dreams point the confounding investigation in another direction... CHAPTER 1 “Is this just an optical illusion or is the distance on the guestroom side of this wall longer than the distance on the den side?” Olivia Jamieson stood in the hall. She tipped her head to the left then to the right. Her cousin Phoebe looked up fro

How far back does scandal in the Catholic Church go? Is it only a few dozen individuals during a few isolated decades or does the corruption span social and political and financial levels for centuries... CSU History Professesor Hank Rule has retired with plans to remain far from any limelight that the Baldpate case cast his way. However, when he gets another phone call from the sheriff of Estes Park - all of his plans change. What looks like a simple missing persons case soon escalates in the direction of an affair with a Catholic priest, an unexplained death and a ghost organization on the brink of accomplishing an ambitious and terrifying objective... ONE… “Hank, it’s almost one o’clock, do you plan to get out of your robe – today?” Cleo Rule stood on the other side the screen door to her husband’s garage attic office. The midday sun was at her back casting her slender shape in silhouette. “Really, is it that late already?” Retired CSU History Professor H