Pieces by Regina Puckett

Regina Puckett
By Regina Puckett February 23, 2013 14:40

Pieces by Regina Puckett


Kelli admits to murdering her abusive husband, but did she? That answer can be found among the many pieces of her shattered life.

According to the author, this book contains domestic violence.

The author has rated this book R (not suitable for those 17 and under).


“Mrs. Sharp. I’m glad you’re awake. I need to ask you a couple of questions. There’s a killer out there somewhere and the sooner you can give your version of what happened last night, the sooner we catch this madman.”

Those words hung in the air between the two of them like nasty darts of acid. Kelli watched them pop around her head and then jab into her brain. Each word attempted to worm its way inside, as if trying to help her remember something extremely important, but in the end none of his words made any sense and all she could do was stare at the man.

She saw a movement on the other side of her bed, so she turned to see what it was. She was pleased to finally see a familiar face. “Sherry? Where am I at? Who is this man and what does he want?” Kelli shook her head to clear her thoughts but stopped immediately when sharp pains reminded her that was a bad idea.

Her daughter reached out and took her hand. “Mom. This is Detective Jensen.”

The detective leaned in again. “I’m Detective Jensen. Your husband was brutally murdered last night. A neighbor saw your backdoor standing open this morning and went over to check to see if everything was alright. The moment he saw the blood all over your kitchen, he called 911. When the patrol officers arrived, they found you and your husband out in the garage. I’m afraid there was nothing that could be done to save your husband.”

Kelli glanced at Sherry. Sherry gave her hand a reassuring pat. “It will be okay, Mom. Just tell the detective what he needs to know.”

Sherry then released Kelli’s hand and left the room. It was only after the door was closed that Kelli looked back at Detective Jensen. “Do you know what happened to Mark?”

He didn’t answer right away but walked over and pulled up a straight back chair closer to the bed. He settled into the chair and then pulled out a small pad and a pen from his coat pocket. He flipped the pad open and began writing before finally focusing on her again. “So you don’t remember anything about last night?”

His harsh tone was confusing. She wanted to close her eyes again and shut the world out, but life experiences had taught her that hiding from what needed to be confronted seldom worked for very long. “The last thing I remember was going to bed.”

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