Where death and life meet - A couple of months later, traveling by myself, I paid the fare to Georgia. Wearing my only dress, hiding two boarding tickets in the pocket, I never made it back to the depot. I reflect on this day because I'm caught in the chasm between life and death. I didn't finish what I set out to do. Standing by an old barn is a farmer gripping a bloody shovel. The knuckles on his hands are blue. His wife is feverishly pinning laundered diapers on the clothesline. Upon seeing the man, the woman runs toward him weeping. I hear the words that sealed my fate and put me in this...

U.S. Marshals usually move Witness Protection candidates far away from their last known place of residency. Pine Mountain is forty miles north from where we once lived. While on our honeymoon in Italy, Vinny and I debated where we should go. I insisted on hightailing to another state like Oregon - far away from North Carolina. Discussing the relocation, Vinny said his current alias would be enough to keep us under the Mafia's radar. Attending an agent only dinner party, the group had an intense rap session about an undercover who recently went into WP. Bob testified with Vinny in PA. Vinny's...

Unexpectedly, my editor called and requested that I ghostwrite a book about a nurse who worked at an asylum. Curiosity got the best of me. I was very familiar with this place. Mom and Dad were employed by this institution. When Dad would pick Mom up at work, we would walk the halls leading to the dining room, and waited for Mom to finish her shift. It was scary then, but I figured it was my youthful imagination running wild. Here's a secret - what Harvey didn't know, while sitting in the backseat of the family car, I overheard my parents talk about a nurse who was found dead. It wasn't...