History! Mystery! Murder!
Looking for family among strangers, a woman finds that seeking out distant relatives can be deadly and that some Arizona mysteries are better left buried!
PILAR SAGASTA steps into a world of cunning deception when she travels to Arizona to connect with her late grandfather's sister, Virginia. Eager for details of their Mexican history before the family fled the political turbulence in 1916, Pilar realizes quickly that she made a mistake. Far from the loving relatives she envisioned, she finds a group of odious characters who doubt her motives and want nothing more than to drive her away.
When Virginia dies suddenly, Pilar takes that as her cue to leave. But when she agrees to investigate after another relative is murdered, she discovers her family has a dubious past enmeshed in unsolved Arizona robberies, foreign politics, missing loot, and murder.
Secrets buried deep in the past reach to the present generation and obscure motives in a family where no one is who they seem and everyone has a secret to hide.
Cathy Ann Rogers has a penchant for creating literary characters who imitate reality through their skewed sense of justice as well as their bittersweet victories.
Cathy attributes the shaping of her writer’s prowess to her solitary upbringing as an only child. Armed with a library card from her neighborhood branch in Cincinnati, she spent her childhood absorbed in suspenseful scenes depicted within the fiction of Christie and Conan-Doyle. Simultaneously, she built a mental library of potential plots while eavesdropping on the conversations of adults who discussed everything from Hollywood to History. The result of these blended influences is her fascination with plot twists and multi-generational storytelling in novels.
Following the dictates of her left-brain, Cathy pursued a degree and graduate certificate in accounting, establishing a tax and bookkeeping service for entrepreneurs.
Cathy weaves her tales from her Arizona desert townhome in the company of her Bichon Frises, Whitney and Sophie.
As a child, I remember experiencing stark terror as I ascended a flight of stairs with the darkness following close behind me. I had no doubts that evil lurked in the shadows of the first floor, ready to reach out to grab me if I didn't run fast enough. I outgrew most of my childhood fears, but every once in awhile, after I switch off all the lights on the first floor, I run up the stairs in a panic, too spooked to look behind me.
Here Lies Buried
Pilar took the last step before she reached the landing, when a cold chill whipped through her body. The nape of her neck tingled. Her lungs forgot to breathe. She thought she was having a seizure until she realized she could move. She turned her head, her torso twisting to follow until her entire body made a full circle, looking for a cause of her disturbance. The hall was quiet and empty. Was that her fear expressing itself? Or was something showing its fear to her?