Sinful Obsession

About Sinful Obsession

Dead body? Got one. Suspect?

Check. Weapon? Sitting in the kitchen sink.

Means, motive, opportunity—and the victim’s blood on the accused’s hands. It’s all there. William Alves was a 25-year-old married man and father of two, and while he dozed in his favorite recliner, sipping a beer between commercial breaks, and his wife and daughters slept in the next room, a killer helped themselves to the Alves’ home and ended a life.

This case should be open and shut. But it’s too neat. Too clean.

And nothing in my line of work is ever that simple. My name is Minka Mayet, and I’m the chief medical examiner in Copeland City. And lucky for me, I share most of my cases with my husband—Detective Archer Malone.

I love working with him. I love arguing with him even more. But what happens when we’re running a case and come to wildly differing conclusions as to who William’s killer is?

Could this be a vigilante murder? Or is something far more sinister going on?