What a Crooked Web We Weave
Description
Rachael Delanie was a very spoiled brat, her step father was the late great golf legend, Lorenzo Delanie. She was used to getting whatever she'd wanted growing up until her step father begin hanging out with the wrong crowds. The web begins to become woven when he begins to pick up those bad habits that nearly has costs him to lose everything that he owns. His carelessness with funds put such a strain on his marriage until Rachael's mother files for a divorce from him but she later learns down the line that she has an internal battle of her very own that she now has to face herself. He'd thought that he could snap back quickly by taking out a large loan from a mobster's loan shark business to help him catch back up on some unpaid debts and save his marriage. But mysteriously Delanie comes up missing after he blows a very important golf tournament that leaves him unable to payback the mob. Now it becomes a race against the clock to find him and the Mob immediately becomes the number one suspects in his disappearance. As the plot thickens so does the web of lies, cheating and now there could even be a possible murder. The web begins to unravel when Rachael the woman that was once used to be so sheltered is now learning quickly how to survive on her own while questioning everyone that she comes in close contact with. Her inner intuition tells her to trust no one. Keep your eyes and ears open! What a Crooked Web We Weave!
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About the Author
Entrepreneur from Gainesville, Florida! Book Author of Crime Fiction Literature Mystery
I sat so merry in my abode
Loving hands around me
I dreamt of such glorious days
One day i would see
I remember the day I left
My room
I closed the door behind me
One quick look again
Then walked away
The room which would always remind me
The glorious days I had dreamt
I did merrily spent
How little did I then know
Life turns on a dime
My room is now not as it was
When I closed the door
Behind me
My room now is a prison
But not how one would invision
It is one of sorrow and grief
Sadness burns into the bare walls
I catch my breath
And weep
Why did thou'st doth betray?
The room which once embraced me
I ask with riddled heart
Jagged and torn
Which wicked riddles have I thus sought?
I sit still
I am now my room
No dreams as once before
I age before my open door
In my room long ago
I sat merrily in my loving abode
Loving hands did hold me
All gone
My room and myself
Now one
Two thrust to be together
Forever
Alone