A Dangerous Woman (A Fay Cunningham Mystery-Book 1)

The relentless April rain, a steady drumbeat against the windowpane, mirrored the growing irritation in Fay Cunningham's soul. As publisher of 'The Susquehanna Valley Daily,' she prided herself on her resilience, but today, even her sturdy resolve was being tested.
“A few more blocks and all second thoughts about my decision will disappear,” she muttered, the familiar weight of rolled newspapers in her arms. Each porch she passed, each paper she flung, was a step closer to her destination: Joe Wise’s mansion.
Her mentor, her self-made millionaire 'Godfather,' held the promise of wisdom and comfort. But the fifteen-minute walk stretched into an eternity under the oppressive sky, each raindrop a cold reminder of her growing depression and the gnawing chill in her bones.
Finally, she stood before Joe's grand, rundown home. The ancient door knocker received a ferocious workout from her impatient hand. When the door finally creaked open, it was not Joe, but a young woman – a 'live Barbie doll' – who answered, her eyes distant, her voice flat.
“Mr. Wise is napping,” she was told, and the door closed with a click of the lock, leaving Fay dazed and confused, standing alone in the relentless downpour.
