Hiding Her Guilt

By Candice Christian

A rags to riches young artist Siobhan, has all her friend worried she is having a nervous breakdown. Kaylie, one of her friends, tells her partner Phoebe she should go visit their artist friend and see if she can help her out of her problems, whatever they are.

Siobhan, nicknamed 'Show' is ecstatic that Kaylie came to visit, so much so she seduces her friend, and spends the afternoon making love. Kaylie, torn with guilt is not certain how to handle her infidelity, should she tell Phoebe?

While Kaylie deliberates which course of action to take, she gets word that Show has OD'd, not two days after Kaylie’s tryst with her. The police believe that the death might not be and OD rather bad drugs. Things get complicated and Kaylie is certain the investigation is going to lead back to her. And with that expose her indiscretion to Phoebe.

Fearful that the murder investigation will lead back to her, Kaylie is now not only paralyzed by guilt, she frightened that Phoebe will be devastated about of her infidelity. She knows she didn't kill Show, but how can she prove she didn't give her the tainted drugs. And the investigation closes in on Show's circle of friends, Kaylie is nearly hysterical. Will she be a murder suspect?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tenth Muse
• Release date: Jun 16, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463656174

Candice Christian

Candice was born in Paris KY on 9 January 1988. Her parents, George Bertrand Christian, an attorney who once aspired to be an actor, and Frances Hollowell insisted that Candice and her sister Simone, be sent to a Catholic school. Candice was deeply religious as a child, at one point thought of becoming a nun.

Book preview

Hiding Her Guilt

Copyright 2023 Candice Christian

Published by Tenth Muse at Smashwords

Smashwords Edition License Notes

This eBook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This eBook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your enjoyment only, then please return to Smashwords.com or your favorite retailer and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

18+

'Author's note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Table of Contents

Acknowledgements

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

About Candice Christian

Other books by Candice Christian

Connect with Candice Christian

Acknowledgement

Honor Blackman

Chapter One

Randi will see to it. Randi will have an answer, I said to myself. So I went into the staff toilets and gave her a ring on my cell. You may wonder why I had to go to the toilet to make a phone call but if you knew Mr. Black, our fiery ogre of a Head Librarian, you'd understand exactly why. He doesn't exactly approve of staff making, or receiving, private phone calls in work time.

Actually I wouldn't have put it past him to have suspected what I was doing – nasty suspicious mind that man has – and have gone himself to the 'Gents' (which backs on to the 'Ladies') and listened.

The wall between the two restrooms is thin and I can often hear the guys chatting next door – not exactly what they're saying – but with judicious use of a drinking glass pressed to the wall, no doubt le Black would be able to hear me. Or he may well have 'super-hearing' like a bat. So I kept my voice down.

All the same it echoed hollowly, strange acoustics Depression Era lavatories have, and this one was definitely one. I’m surprised there isn’t a corn cob or Sears Catalog to wipe with.

Kaylie here, I said and then asked when we made contact, So what are we going to do about Show?

Randi's silky voice fluted across the airwaves or whatever joins a landline phone to a cell one. Something to do with old fashioned copper wiring and tall radio towers which exude dangerous microwaves. Technology is rather beyond me, though I'm prepared to use it when it's convenient (and it works).

The problem with Show of course was that she was completely fucked up. Randi knew that. She'd found out that the poor girl's childhood had been a living hell to use a well-worn but useful cliché. That it was only when the parental abuse was discovered and her father sent to prison, and she'd been allocated to reasonable foster parents that Show's innate intelligence had emerged.

She'd got herself some good grades at school and then won a scholarship to college. But this hadn't worked, whether because of her