Three Sisters

By Rita Schulz

Rebecca’s Aunts suspicious death creates many unanswered questions.

Now managing the large fortune was up to her.

But did someone murder her Aunt? Would they kill again?

Has the love of money driven someone in the family to act?

She would have to find out quickly or everything could fall into the wrong hands.

• Language: English
• Publisher: 53rd Street Publishing
• Release date: Nov 7, 2015
• ISBN: 9781516321438

Rita Schulz

Rita lives on the Sunshine Coast in British Columbia with, Russ, her husband, who is also a fiction writer. She has written for years and is an alumnus of the Oregon Writers Network, and the Greater Vancouver Chapter of the Romance Writers of America. Her most recently published stories are Fire in Their Hearts with R.G. Hart from Champagne books, and Ladies of the Jolly Roger and Tales of the Fantastic, from 53rd Street Publishing. Please visit her website at http://www.ritacrossley.com to view her other works.  

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Three Sisters

Rita Schulz

Published by 53rd Street Publishing

Copyright 2015 Rita Schulz

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Cover designed by R. Edgewood

Cover design and layout copyright 2015 by 53rd Street Publishing

53rd Street Publishing

Head office: Gibsons B.C. Canada

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This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to persons living or dead are purely coincidental.

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Three Sisters

A soft foam rubber ball struck her on the left side of her head. Rebecca snagged it in mid air as she flipped her shoulder length brown streaked with silver over her shoulders then lobbed the spongy ball back at Wayne, her twenty-five year old youngest son.

Really? In the kitchen, Wayne?

The kitchen had clean lines of glass, stainless steel and marble. She grabbed a large mug of coffee from the counter. The panoramic view through the floor to ceiling windows was of forest, fields and the ocean beyond. North Vancouver was lovely any time of year.

The back door swung open admitting Rupert, her husband of thirty years and running after him were two large longhaired red dogs both barking and wagging their tails. The stink of wet dog permeated the room. He cocked his head as he looked at her.

What’s the matter, who died? asked Wayne and Rupert as one.

She paused before she replied seeing the