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Detective Jack Sinclair left the big city to enjoy the quiet of his home town, Onancock, VA, signing on as its major crimes detective. His calm lifestyle turns upsidedown when a young woman is slain while vacationing at a nearby Chesapeake Bay beach. A seemingly simple murder investigation quickly escalates into one of interstate and international intrigue.
The victim turns out to be a ruthless and well known attorney from New York City. Jack reaches out for assistance from hot-shot, Big Apple detective Maggie Williams. They quickly discover a connection to a cold case that Maggie had once investigated, one involving a powerful law firm and an international businessman.
Along the road to finding the killer, the detectives discover each other.
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Born and raised in Louisiana, Bascom Wilson traveled the globe courtesy of the U.S. armed forces. After his retirement, he earned a graduate degree and entered the corporate world as a telecommunications consultant. He decided to share his knowledge as an associate professor at a local community college.
Bascom has been married since 1974 to his soul mate, Nina, a registered nurse. They have three fantastic children and seven grandchildren, all whom reside in the Hampton Roads, Virginia, area. Misguided Justice is Bascom’s first novel, and is part of the Beach Murder Mystery line.
Slumped behind tall dune grass, he watches the bikini-clad woman bask in summer’s warmth. She seems relaxed, lounging in a wooden chair with an e-tablet. She cranes her head back and closes her eyes, absorbing the sun and serenity of this remote patch of Chesapeake Bay beach. She’s alone with no one else in sight. White sand frames her lean, bronze figure. An umbrella blocks the Bay breeze, but not the view through his binoculars. He studies her, breathing lightly and crouching motionless like a deer hunter in a tree stand. The notorious and ruthless female attorney from New York City doesn’t look so ruthless now, he thinks. In fact, she looks sensual and vulnerable.
Newspaper articles hailed her as the youngest partner in one of New York City’s largest law firms. She had landed the firm’s biggest client and was rewarded by being named a partner in the firm. Thinking about the attention she received, about the fawning from others in the firm, agitates him. That much recognition and reward were undeserved. Others were passed over, others who had toiled longer and remained loyal. Her looks, youth, and gender got her ahead; not skill or brains. To calm himself, he focuses on his mission.
His heart pounds as the moment nears. A flock of screeching seagulls swoop in just as he starts his approach. Their screeching and squawking provide a cover. This must be an omen—the sign he needs. She looks peaceful, strewn in the chair with eyes closed. He stands next to her for a few seconds, admiring her toned body and flawless skin. So beautiful, he thinks. What a waste! He can’t dawdle for fear of being seen by the late-afternoon beach walkers. But he wants her to see her killer and for her to seize with fear. “Wake up! Wake up, you arrogant bitch,” he shouts. Still in a sleepy haze, her blue eyes blink and then focus on the familiar face. She gasps at the metallic gun pointing at her head—her last breath.