Hey everyone! My name’s Lauren Riley. I have to admit, even though I’m a cold case homicide detective in Buffalo I feel a little awkward talking about myself. I’m an introvert by nature and some people take that to mean I’m cold and aloof. At work I play it off like I’m all business, but in my personal life, well, I’ve made some bad choices. Like getting involved with an abusive cop or marrying a rich, spoiled lawyer who knocked up his secretary. I won’t say my brief marriage to my first husband was a mistake because I was blessed with my two daughters, who were the center of my universe until they both left for college. Now I’m single, living in the house my rich ex-husband gave me in our divorce settlement, and waiting for the phone to ring from one of my daughters. I guess that’s why I throw myself into my job and do private investigations on the side. I’m a few months from turning forty and my neighbor and best friend Dayla says I need a boyfriend. I say I need a dog. Less complicated, more love.

I spend the vast majority of my time with my partner, Shane Reese. Dayla says I should snatch him up but she doesn’t understand how police partnerships work. Our lives literally depend on each other and romance is a distraction we can’t afford. Besides, he’s too young and too much of a playboy. I think I’d be better off adopting a puppy.

I’m not a morning person, but since I could care less about fashion it doesn’t take me long to change into one of my fifteen identical black suits every day. As long as I have copious amounts of black coffee I can function. I don’t eat much. Reese scolds me about it, saying I’m going to end up like my mom in Florida, living on coffee and toast. I tell him he eats enough for the both of us. Then he chews with his mouth open like the toddler he is.

My typical day starts at 8:00 a.m. at the Cold Case Unit inside the Buffalo Police Homicide Squad at police headquarters. I don’t have to respond to active scenes like the regular homicide guys unless we’re short-handed but the message box on my phone is full every morning: families calling about their murdered loved ones, attorneys calling about their clients, witnesses cancelling appointments, so Reese and I have to go track them down. I really care about my victim’s families. I see how much their loss haunts them and I try to get them some answers. It’s a heart-wrenching job. It keeps me awake at night, thinking about the cases and what can I uncover that the original detectives missed. I admit I can be a little obsessive sometimes. But that’s a good thing in a detective, right?

I don’t know if working cold cases equals more drama, more excitement and more danger or if our personalities attract those things, but Reese and I always seem to be neck-deep in some life-or-death situation. I might not be some hulking man with a five o’clock shadow and bulging biceps but when it hits the fan, I’ve proven I can hold my own as well as any guy. Reese says it’s me, that I’m a magnet for worst case scenarios. But when six o’clock comes around, on those days we get to leave on time, I’m tired and grateful he was the one watching my back. I’d never tell him this, because I wouldn’t want his giant ego to get any bigger, but there’s no one I trust more.

Unless I get a dog. Then I might have to rethink that.


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You can read about Lauren in The Murder Book, the second book in the “Cold Case Investigation” series, released February 8, 2019.

Cold case detective Lauren Riley wakes up in the hospital certain of two things: she was stabbed and left for dead. . .and the person who did it was a cop.

After being brutally stabbed at her desk late one night, Lauren Riley works her way backwards through the haze to piece together who attacked her and why. A mysterious phone message forces her to enlist the help of a retired lieutenant to track down a witness who is desperate not to be found. As she digs into the Buffalo Police Department’s hidden past she uncovers a terrible secret, one a fellow officer would kill to protect.

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About the author
Lissa Marie Redmond was born in Buffalo and grew up in a compact little neighborhood south of the city called Woodlawn, squashed between the massive Bethlehem Steel plant and Ford Stamping plant. During her days at the University of Buffalo, Redmond took the exam to be a city of Buffalo police officer and got the job. At the age of 22, they gave her a gun, a badge, a bulletproof vest, and put her on patrol. Twenty-two years, a detective’s badge, a fellow detective husband and two kids later, she retired to pursue a “normal” life.

Instead, she decided to become a writer.

Redmond lives in Buffalo with her husband and kids, writing about the things that keep her up at night, staring at the ceiling in the dark and asking herself, “What If?” She is a proud member of Sisters in Crime, Mystery Writers of America, International Thriller Writers, and Murder on Ice. Visit Lissa at lissamarieredmond.com.

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