PROVEN INNOCENCE

Mary J. Rocco

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GENRE:  Suspense/murder

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BLURB:

Cynthia Evans wakes up in the trunk of a car, no idea how she got there, only to discover she’s wanted for the murder of her husband and children. With no memory of life prior, Cynthia is sure she did not commit the crime.

Only problem is-how does she convince anyone she’s not a murderer when she is not sure who she is?

With the help of a downtrodden diner waitress, Gabrielle, Cynthia fights to prove her innocence.

One thing is clear: Rick Evans is dead. But who is the real killer?

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Excerpt:

I am not in a coffin.

Why would they place a bleeding person in a coffin? A bleeding person would not be placed in a grave. That is way too quick of a turn¬around for a wake and funeral. I have not been buried alive.

Though not completely fresh, the blood is still somewhat moist and cannot be over a few hours old. It explains why my head pounds and my body aches, though it does not explain where all this discomfort originated.

Then, in the silence, I hear it—the pounding of gravel against the pavement. I am not moving a muscle in my body, yet I am still moving. The low hum of an engine resonates through my eardrums. I feel around and notice a tire drum underneath me.

I am in the trunk of a car.

How did I get here? Where am I headed? Who would do such a thing to me?

There is no indication where I am headed. All I can hear is the low humming of the motor. If I strain, I can hear the faint beat of the radio, unable to recognize any distinguishable words. The only audible sound is muffled voices and murmurs.

Is the driver alone, or does he have a passenger with him?

By the speed, I assume we are on a major interstate. We are traveling pretty fast, and the car is not making any sharp or sud¬den turns. The ride is smooth without a change in speed to stop for traffic lights or stop signs. It is a straight path along the high¬way with an occasional lane change.

I have no idea if the person driving knows I am locked in their trunk, though I have a sneaking suspicion he is the person who placed me here. All I can do is lie in wait for the final desti¬nation. I am helpless, too weak to do anything drastic. No way to release myself from this dark pit.

My eyes remain open, afraid to drift back asleep. Alertness is a necessity upon arrival at the destination. I must devise a plan for when he takes me out of the trunk.

Should I pretend to be dead and wait until he has me over his shoulders, then initiate a surprise attack?

A problem arises if the person driving never plans to take me out of the trunk at all.

What if the plan is to leave me here until I die a slow and awful death? What if he thinks I am already a dead, lifeless corpse? What if the driver gets out, letting the emergency brake go, watching from the side of the road as the car, with me locked in the trunk, rolls forward into the depths of the nearest lake?

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

I have dreamed of being an author since the age of ten. I have been writing and crafting stories for the last twenty years, mostly because, well you know, life… and I got in my own way. After finishing law school, graduate school, travelling the world, getting married and starting a family I figured now was the time.

I was born and raised on Long Island, New York and spent ten years in my early adulthood living carefree in New York City. I currently reside with my husband and two beautiful children in the western suburbs of Chicago, Illinois, where I am a practicing attorney.

I hope to continue to publish many more novels that entertain and thrill readers.

Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/stores/Mary-J.-Rocco/author/B0CX13KN4Y