The Greater Good​

Summary

I died on the eve of the Fourth of July, my neck sliced open by the furious father of a victim.

It happened because my husband, a Deputy Chief of Detectives, decided it would be a brilliant PR move for his career to have our five-year-old daughter present a bouquet of flowers to the city’s most notorious serial killer. I fought it with every fiber of my being, and in doing so, became public enemy number one.

My husband stared at me, his face a mask of disappointment. “How can you be so selfish?”