It’s true. I don’t have as much common sense as Dru does. And my gene for caution is a recessive one. But I still think some of you readers might have done the same thing I did.

It was late Friday night, the end of an extra-long day at the office. I needed something to do to unwind. Anything. Well, almost anything. It’s not easy being a newly minted lawyer working in a Hollywood movie studio, you know. So I thought I’d take some time to brush up on skills I hadn’t utilized in a while. Skills I’d picked up from my private investigator father. Months had gone by since I did anything remotely resembling PI work. . .until now. I didn’t want to get rusty. So I paid a visit to a neighborhood I knew pretty well.

It was the perfect place to practice. Dark, foggy, and not a streetlamp in sight. Only five homes on the quiet cul de sac. I went into stealth mode and tiptoed to the side of the house I was targeting. I couldn’t believe how easy it was to disappear into the night. I’d dash in and out, and no one would be the wiser. The occupant took her beauty sleep seriously. How did I know? Let’s just say, she played a large part in making me who I am today.

I climbed up to a side balcony and started to work the sliding glass door. It had never locked quite right since I’d graduated high school a decade ago. I’d nearly opened it when I realized I wasn’t alone. Footsteps padded nearby. I crouched down low and held my breath. The footsteps grew louder. Closer. What were the odds a burglar would strike tonight of all nights?

The footsteps stopped. All was quiet again. I waited, and just as I started to rise, I heard whispering. I froze and turned toward the voice. A man held up a smart phone in one hand. Was he calling a cohort? The light from the phone made his profile glow. I knew that profile. It was my best friend, Michael.

It turned out his workday had been worse than mine. He’d gone from being associate dean at the private college where he worked, to junior faculty advisor that very afternoon. The bully of a college president had taken pleasure in personally demoting Michael. Without explanation. Michael had been trying to reach me all night, but I’d left my phone on mute since this morning. He’d searched everywhere and eventually found me in my old stomping grounds.

I never did get to unwind because Michael dropped another bombshell on me. He’d stormed off after the demotion and written a letter of resignation, pouring out all his feelings. Then he went back to the president’s office to deliver it. But he couldn’t. The president was dead. And not from natural causes.

No, Dru. Michael didn’t call the police. Neither did I. Because there’s more. His resignation letter didn’t just say he quit. I can’t tell you anything else, Dru, because I don’t want you to become an accessory to murder. Who would run this award-winning blog if you landed in jail? I’ll just say, Michael and I had to hightail it to the President’s office to retrieve the letter, or my innocent best friend would become the prime suspect. Wouldn’t you have done the same thing?


You can read more about Corrie in Murder Gone Missing, the second book in the “Southern California” mystery series. The first book in the series is Murder and Other Unnatural Disasters.

Newly minted lawyer Corrie Locke has taken a vow of abstinence. From PI work, that is. Until her best friend Michael finds his bully of a boss stabbed in the back after confronting him earlier that day. Michael panics, accidentally tampering with the crime scene…which could lead the cops to Michael instead of the real culprit. He turns to Corrie to track down the killer. She doesn’t need much coaxing. Her late great PI dad taught her the ropes…and left her his cache of illegal weaponry.

The return to the scene of the crime, but the body’s missing. Racing against time, Corrie dredges a prestigious Los Angeles college in pursuit of clues. All she finds are false leads. Armed with attitude and romantic feelings toward Michael, Corrie dives into a school of suspects to find the slippery fugitive. Will she clear Michael’s name before he’s arrested for murder?

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About the author
Lida Sideris is an author, lawyer and all around book enthusiast. She writes soft-boiled mysteries and was one of two national winners of the Helen McCloy Mystery Writers of America scholarship award for her first novel, Murder and Other Unnatural Disasters. Murder Gone Missing is #2 in the Corrie Locke series. Like her heroine, Lida worked as an entertainment attorney in a movie studio. Unlike her heroine, she keeps her distance from homicides, alien encounters, and legal. . .or illegal. . .weaponry. To learn more about Lida, please visit her website at LidaSideris.com.

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