When a long-time friendship dies, whose fault is it?
Decades past junior high, Caroline Batzer finds herself snubbed by her best friend. At first confused, she is later stunned to learn that Sarah Leigh has betrayed her in a way she'd never have suspected. In an all-too-public setting, Caroline airs her anger at the woman everyone else in town considers saintly. When Sarah disappears soon afterward, it looks like Caroline murdered her. Desperately she tries to figure out who else could have done it—Sarah’s philandering husband? Her useless son?
Caroline’s nightmare is just beginning, because the people responsible for what happened to Sarah are now after Caroline, and they don’t care how rough things get.
We like to think that life flows on, mostly the same, but sometimes life jumps up and bites us.
Friends become strangers, even after years and years.
I write mysteries, of course, but in SOMEBODY DOESN'T LIKE SARAH LEIGH, I decided to examine one case where friendship dies...and friendship isn't the only thing in danger of dying.
Somebody Doesn't Like Sarah Leigh
Darkness masked the face of the terrified woman beside me, but her labored breathing matched my own. Stumbling blindly through the dark woods, we ran into tree trunks and tripped over mounds, each of us occasionally gasping from pain at the lash of a branch across the face or stubbing a toe on an unseen rock or root. I sensed her waning spirit and flagging energy. I was not much better off. And why should I care if she fell behind?