Gunnar Schofield–locked in the past, disdainful of most modern conveniences, tough guy. Widower.
Gunnar and Becky were a crime-solving team for years until her father, Daniel Henderson, fell ill with Parkinson’s Disease. Then, she went to take care of him, and Gunnar continued his work alone.
Under his t-shirt, a cross dangles from a heavy chain, a gift from Becky that he can’t convince himself to remove. Not that he believes in God, but she did. Her belief was an integral part of her, and the only sore spot between them. She died without the assurance she’d see him again in God’s kingdom. Gunnar doesn’t blame God for her death–how can you blame something that doesn’t exist? Instead, he blames himself and lives with the nightmares.
By the time he meets Mary Dillard, he has a home he avoids, a Murphy bed in his DC office, and an unflappable secretary.
He’s ready for a break. He has vacation plans in Florida, his first get-away in years. But in walks Mary. She gives him incentive to forfeit his dreams of bikini-clad beach beauties and hard liquor on the rocks in favor of racing halfway across the nation to solve a murder Virginia detectives think is already solved.
Being used for target practice convinces him they’re wrong.
The Simulacrum, coming August 15.
Several years into it, and this blog still refuses to be categorized. It's eclectic and includes everything from writing posts to snippets from my ordinary life. 
Linda W. Yezak 
Hello Linda,
Can I ask, where did you source the picture of your character on his bike? It’s a really great piece of artwork.
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Yeah, it’s an iStock photo. I thought it was a great pic, perfect for my purposes. I’m not able now, but if you want, I’ll send you the # later and you can grab it for yourself.
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That’s a great photo. And I love the plot of the story.
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Thanks! We’re excited about its release!
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I have just one word for this picture: rawr.
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Giggle!
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I, too, love the picture, and your story sounds fantastic. I can’t wait to read it!
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Thank you, Kathleen!
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