The impossible has happened and, as stunned as she is, Thea Campbell can't ignore the facts. Her horse has disappeared and the person who has the most to lose has stolen him. Would Valerie Parsons put her shot at Olympic gold on the line because she coveted a horse? Or was there something more personal at work in such a reckless act? Thea intends to track her down, find her horse and get answers. But Valerie is beyond caring what Thea or the Olympic Committee may think. She's dead. At first, Thea's horse is assumed to have killed the woman, but when the coroner determines it was a human hand and not a horse's hoof that ended Valerie's life Thea becomes a person of interest. Now intimidating people with little regard for due process are showing up on her doorstep looking to even the score. Thea takes charge of clearing herself of the murder and discovers all aspects of predictable life as a self employed accountant have become anything but. Her possessive boyfriend sees a rival in a sexy geology professor who seems to regard Thea's faults with interest, her aunt is convinced Thea's horse is psychic and, most troubling; her own sister turns out to be the latest addition to the victim's long list of enemies. With more at stake than ever, she pursues her investigation, and in a seedy biker bar comes face-to-tattoo with information that will lead the police to the real killer. She dutifully reports to the detective in charge. But Thea is wrong. As close to dead wrong as she ever wishes to get.
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