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1. At the center of the story in Saint Con is the fact that most states will not investigate the disappearance of an able-bodied adult for 72 hours. Then a Missing Person’s Report can be filed.
2. That 72-hour wait can result in the destruction or disappearance of key evidence. If the adult has been kidnapped, the likelihood of survival is significantly reduced after 24 hours.
3. Able-bodied adults do not fall under the Alert Program. There is an Amber Alert for missing persons 17 and under, and a Senior Alert for adults 65 and older, but nothing in between.
4. All other alerts apply only to those adults who are somehow impaired, such as those with Autism or Alzheimers.
5. Texas is the first state to officially implement a Clear Alert program, which authorizes the issuance of an immediate alert for an able-bodied adult (ages 18-64) whose current whereabouts are unknown. Law enforcement must make a finding that the disappearance was against the subject’s will or may lead to imminent harm. The alert must be issued within 72 hours of disappearance.
It was a night dreams are made of, until the man of Jessica Knight’s dreams disappears.
When self-proclaimed good girl Jessica Knight literally bumps into apparent bad boy Connor O’Brien in a suburban Milwaukee wine bar, she is skeptical—of his intentions and the prospect for real love. A former priest, Saint Con is now a street lawyer for Milwaukee’s homeless. After a night of sizzling romance, Jess begins to thaw, and in the days that follow, she is so charmed by Con that she allows herself to start falling in love. Unfortunately, on their first real date, Con fails to appear. Jess doesn’t know if she’s been ghosted or if Con was unavoidably detained, but she leaves their meeting spot devastated. Until she discovers that Con is missing. Really missing. The police won’t help because he’s not a vulnerable adult nor is there proof that he has been harmed. So, it falls to Jess and her friends to find him. After surmounting numerous obstacles, Con is finally found, gravely injured and in a coma. Suddenly, it appears a promising love match may be over before it really began.
The reverend stopped and pointed at Long. “Now, you see there? That shitty attitude will get you nowhere. Innocent until proven guilty, though I can hardly wait to hear what crime you’re wanting to charge an eighty-year-old woman with.” He shook his head. “Shameful.”
Long pulled out his phone and gestured to the man. “Allow me to show you, sir.” Long pointed to the map on his screen. “A man has gone missing, and the family tracked his phone to this address. So, either the guy is in her home or somehow, she took possession of his phone. The blinking icon tells me the phone is currently in use.”
The reverend frowned. “May I ask who’s missing?”
Long hesitated, so Washington spoke. “That street lawyer guy. The one they call Saint Con.”
“Connor O’Brien? When did this happen? I haven’t heard anything.”
Long shrugged. “Above my pay grade, I believe. I just found out when his phone was tracked.”
The preacher grasped Long’s shoulder. “Connor is well-known in these parts. Let’s find out what Miss Flora knows.” He stepped onto the well-worn porch and knocked on the door. “Miss Flora, it’s Reverend Bingham. Can we speak?”
The door opened slowly and an elderly woman, her white hair shooting from her scalp in wire-like spirals, peered at the people at the door. She pushed up her glasses and sniffed. “Good gracious, Pastor, I’m not fit for company. I haven’t even put my wig on yet.”
The minister smiled, his deep brown eyes regarding her with amusement. “This isn’t a social call, Miss Flora, so there’s no need to spiff up that beautiful face. These men have a few questions for you and they’re important.”
Miss Flora screwed up her face. “About what? I ain’t done nothing.”
Rev. Bingham snorted. “When a retired schoolteacher slips into black speak, you can’t help but believe she’s guilty of something.”
Washington gazed at the woman. “Please, ma’am, a man’s life may be at stake.”
“What man.? Is it someone I know?” She avoided looking the officer in the eye.
“Connor O’Brien, ma’am. They call him Saint Con. The lawyer with the food truck.” Long fumbled with his phone and brought up a photo of Connor. “This man? Do you know him?”
Miss Flora’s expression softened. “Con is missing?” She slapped a hand over her mouth and her eyes widened in horror, but said nothing.
The minister stiffened, but inquired gently, “Miss Flora, his phone was tracked to your home. Now, why would you have his phone?”
The old woman emitted a sad sigh, and her eyes filled with tears. “Googly gave it to me. Said Mr. Speaks found it somewhere and told him to pass it on to me.” Her face crumbled. “Tell me Googly did nothing wrong. I’ve worked so hard to keep him out of trouble.”
“Miss Flora, you go get that phone. Let me talk to these officers.”
An interview with Seelie Kay
Q. Why do you write romance?
It began as a way to relieve the stress of a career as a lawyer/journalist and dealing with MS “on the side.” Writing has always been my outlet and the best way to break away from reality for a bit was to write romance. Plus, I love happy endings. I get rather emotional (yes, I’m a crier) but it’s a wonderful release.
Q. Do you prefer a certain type of romantic hero?
I adore smart, dashing gentlemen who aren’t afraid to live on the edge. They can be a lawyer, a bad boy, a billionaire, a prince, or a secret agent. That hint of danger just hooks me! However, they have to be paired with strong, independent women who aren’t afraid to fight for what they want, even love. And brains over brawn, every time!
Q. Why did you write “Saint Con?”
It all began when I woke up to an AMBER and SENIOR alert on my phone. For some reason, I began to wonder why I never saw an alert for an able-bodied adult gone missing. I did a little research and found that in WI, only proof of harm or the passage of 72 hours will trigger a missing person’s investigation. The burden of finding an able-bodied adult falls on friends and family. That just seems wrong, because most people don’t have the skill or resources to conduct an investigation. However, as you learn from crime shows, the first 72 hours are critical to gathering evidence and finding a missing person. Suddenly, I had the plot, and I knew I wanted to incorporate a character I had been playing with, a street lawyer for the homeless. “Saint Con” was born.
Q. You pretty much use lawyers as your main characters. Why?
It’s what I know. After 30 years, the law and the legal world are so firmly embedded in my brain that I can’t flush them out. That has become the lens through which I view the world and that naturally guides my characters and plots. Injustice infuriates me, but it also leads me to great stories. Even in this book, I find a way to explore social and criminal justice issues.
About Seelie Kay
Award-winning author Seelie Kay writes about lawyers in love.
Writing under a nom de plume, the former lawyer and journalist draws her stories from more than 30 years in the legal world. Seelie’s creative pen has resulted in more than twenty tales of contemporary, erotic, and paranormal romance, and romantic suspense.
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