Apr 15, 2015

Amongst the corpses, lies the truth. BLESSED ARE THOSE WHO WEEP by @kristibelcamino + GIVEAWAY!

San Francisco Bay Area reporter Gabriella Giovanni stumbles onto a horrific crime scene with only one survivor—a baby girl found crawling between the dead bodies of her family members. Reeling from the slaughter, Gabriella clings to the infant. When Social Services pries the little girl from her arms, the enormity of the tragedy hits home. Diving deep into a case that brings her buried past to the forefront, Gabriella is determined to hunt down the killer who left this helpless baby an orphan.

But one by one the clues all lead to a dead end, and Gabriella's obsession with finding justice pulls her into a dark, tortuous spiral that is set to destroy everything she loves …

Blessed Are Those Who Weep
Author: Kristi Belcamino
Series: A Gabriella Giovanni Mystery
Genre: Mystery/Female Sleuth
Publication Date: April 7, 2015
Publisher: Harper Collins/Witness Impulse

My knuckles are turning white clutching the bump key that Lopez gave me as I stand in front of the apartment door. Images of that day rush back. The door that was ajar, the baby staring at me, so still she looked like a doll. The blood. The horrible nightmarish scene that awaited me. I swallow and stick the key in the lock, pulling it back ever so slightly one notch and give it a slight bump with the handle of a hairbrush I brought along. Lopez said any hard-backed object would work. Click. The door creaks open under my hand and I glance around me down the hall but no heads emerge from closed apartment doors. 

My heart is pounding in my throat, but there is no way Martin would be back in this apartment is there? Even so, I reach for the light switch before I step foot into the apartment. Last time we were here, I plugged in the lamp before I left. Martin had unplugged it before. The light coming on reassures me that he hasn’t been back. I slip inside the apartment and shut the door softly behind me, leaning back against it. 

The apartment is empty, but in my mind’s eye I can still see the bodies sprawled where there are now only dried puddles of blood on the floor or dark stains on the couch and a Rorschach splatter pattern on the walls. The air has a faint metallic smell that must be from the leftover blood.

I blink and shake my head to rid myself of the images.

I’ve been in this apartment twice already. Maybe three times is the charm. Be methodical, I tell myself and start at the wall closest to me, examining photographs in frames for clues and working my way clockwise around the room, pulling out bureau drawers and sifting through the contents, not bothering to push them back in. After I’m done in the living room, I head toward the bedroom.

Kristi Belcamino is a writer, photographer, and artist. In her former life as a newspaper crime reporter in California, she flew over Big Sur in an F/A-18 jet with the Blue Angels, raced a Dodge Viper at Laguna Seca, watched autopsies, and interviewed serial killers. She is now a journalist based in Minneapolis, and the Gabriella Giovanni mysteries are her first books. Find Kristi on Facebook or on Twitter.

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