Author K. L. Murphy, and The Last Sin

K L Murphy and Her Latest Novel, The Last Sin

Today we are delighted to present an article from author, K L Murphy. Currently on tour with Partners in Crime Virtual Book Tours, the author has recently published The Last Sin.  The third in the Detective Cancini Mystery series is sure to be a hit with fans and new readers alike.

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Who is Detective Mike Cancini?

Written by K. L. Murphy

It’s an excellent question. He‘s a hard man to get to know. The truth is, if you met Mike Cancini, I’m not sure you would like him—at least not at first. Of course, it would be difficult for you to meet him in the first place unless you happen to be involved in a homicide investigation. He doesn’t do cocktail parties or fancy events unless under duress. He wouldn’t be caught dead on Facebook or Match.com or—heaven forbid—Twitter. He’s been known to plant himself on a barstool, but he has no interest in engaging in conversation. He might even be rude if you stubbornly refuse to get the message. If there’s a crowd, he won’t be there at all. He doesn’t follow trends, pop culture, or politics and wouldn’t know how to talk about them anyway.

As a detective, he’s forced to keep up with technology. Even so, he’s a bit old-fashioned, preferring to take notes by hand while the younger detectives tap away on their phones. He may be the best detective in the department, but until recently, he’s had trouble keeping a partner. He doesn’t tolerate incompetence, laziness, or just plain stupidity. He won’t pretend to like you if he doesn’t.

So, how can a man with no social graces, an arrogant attitude, and few friends possibly be worth getting to know? Again, it’s a good question. He’s not an easy man to like—just ask Detectives Harrison and Bronson. He can be grumpy and a bit of a loner. Mike Cancini is all of those things and yet…he’s a bit of a contradiction.

He likes a stiff drink, but he’s not the stereotypical drunk detective. He married badly and lost his wife to his captain, but he doesn’t hold a grudge. Cancini simply believes he should have known better. He experienced the loss of his mother at a young age and still carries that pain as an adult. He’s a lapsed Catholic, his faith shaken years earlier, but his best friend is a priest

Like a birddog, he is sharp, persistent, and unflinching. Giving up is not an option, even when the evidence is stacked against him. A tough taskmaster, he’s learned to respect and listen to his young partner, Smitty. He even considers him a friend. Although his relationship with his father has been strained since his mother’s death, he is there for him through illness and bad times. He is unwavering in his loyalty to Father Joe, the priest who has been like family to him. Burned by love and prepared to live alone for the rest of his life, he nevertheless takes a chance with Julia, her easy-going laugh and big heart drawing him close.

Is he difficult? Yes. Is he critical and arrogant and sometimes rude? Yes, yes, and yes. Can he also be soft-hearted, warm, and gentle? Yes again. He’s as compassionate as he is dispassionate. Mike Cancini is all of those things and that’s why he continues to be my favorite homicide detective.

The Tour

The Last Sin

by KL Murphy

on Tour March 13 – April 14, 2017

Synopsis:

The Last Sin by KL Murphy

Detective Mike Cancini has seen some dark days, but his skills are put to the test when a priest is discovered, brutally murdered in a run-down church in Washington, D.C. The man who discovered the body is none other than Cancini’s longtime friend and confidant, Father Joe Rossi. The murdered priest, Father Matthew Holland, was adored by the congregation, and it seems clear that this was a crime of opportunity in a deteriorating neighborhood.

However, Cancini soon learns some shocking details from the church secretary, and begins to suspect that Father Holland was not as saintly as he may have appeared. This new information leads to a trail of bribes and decades of corruption polluting the church. Cancini must confront his own struggles with his faith and uncover the truth of the conspiracy before more people are killed.

Book Details:

Genre: Mystery & Detective / Police Procedural
Published by: Witness Impulse
Publication Date: March 2014
Number of Pages: 304
ISBN: 9780062491633
Series: Detective Cancini Mysteries #3
Purchase Links: Amazon 🔗 | Barnes & Noble 🔗 | Goodreads 🔗

Read an excerpt:

CHAPTER 1

Sunday, February 21st: The Day Of

The smell of incense lingered in the air, temporarily masking the odor of rotting wood. Father Matthew Holland inhaled. The bitter scent stung his nose. Three years had passed since he’d taken over the church and nothing had changed. Even with the increased attendance and community outreach, the church offerings remained meager. Without offerings—without money—the parish church would die.

The priest sat down on the front pew, his robes gathered around his feet. His gaze shifted to the empty pulpit. Two large and colorful plants graced the altar, but they weren’t enough to hide the worn carpet or faded paintings, nor could the soft candlelight make him forget the plywood that covered the cracked stained glass. There was so much to do, so much need. He sighed and looked to the cross over the altar. Not for the first time, he asked for forgiveness, for understanding. There would be money now—he’d made sure of that—but at what cost? He’d done it for the church. His pulse quickened and his stomach clenched. Bending forward, he forced himself to take one deep breath after another until the moment passed.

He loosened his cleric collar and yawned. The evening’s mass had been long and difficult. The drunks in the back of the church had refused to leave, in spite of the old deacons’ best efforts.

“S’our right to be here,” the man with the long, stringy hair had said. His words slurred, he’d leaned forward as though he might topple straight into the next pew. “Worshipin’ God,” he’d
said, although it had sounded like something else judging by the gasps from the congregation. The drunk had pointed a dirty hand toward the altar. “Here to see Father Holland. Tol’ us to come anytime.”

The drunk had swayed again, and his companion had reached out with a strong arm to catch him. Father Holland’s mouth had gone dry at the sight of the tattoo on the man’s forearm—a black dagger plunged into a white skull. Three drops of blood extended in a single line from the tip of the dagger to the man’s wrist. He knew that tattoo, knew what it meant.

The awkward moment had passed although not before Father Holland caught the disdain on the faces of the ladies in the choir. Still, none of the parishioners had said a word, all looking to him instead. He’d hidden his trembling hands in the folds of the heavy cassock and swallowed. “St. William is open to everyone, our members and our guests. However, since we are about to have communion, I would ask that everyone who is not singing remain quiet. Guests may come forward for a blessing, of course.” He’d been careful to keep his voice steady. Thank the Lord it had been enough. The man with the oily hair had quieted down and then stumbled out during the Eucharist. His friend with the tattoo had stayed a moment longer, then followed.

Silence filled the sanctuary now. Father Holland rubbed his hands together and shivered. He could still feel the cold eyes of the tattooed man and the curious glances from the congregation. The man’s presence at the evening mass had been no accident and no drunken whim. The message had been clear.

After the church had emptied, he’d walked to the corner market and made the call. He’d done the best he could. Money changed everything. It always did. He opened his hand and stared
at the crumpled paper with the phone number. He was not a stupid man. Nothing came without a price. He murmured a prayer until his shoulders relaxed and the drumbeat of his heart slowed.

His stomach growled, the gurgling loud and rumbly, and he realized it had been hours since he’d eaten. Breaking the quiet, a sound came from the back of the church, a click and a swish as the heavy outer door swung open. He stood and smoothed his cassock. Dinner would have to wait. He strained to see, but the vestibule was dark. “Who’s there?” he asked.

The door clanged shut and heavy steps sounded on the dingy marble floor. Father Holland replaced his collar and ran his fingers through his hair. There was only silence. The hair on the back of his neck prickled. “Is somebody there?” he asked again.

A figure shrouded in black stepped out of the dark.

Father Holland stiffened. “Why are you here?”

From the shadows, the eyes of the visitor glittered in the candlelight. “I’m a sinner, Father.”

Father Holland’s shoulders slumped. “We are all sinners in God’s eyes.”

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Excerpt from The Last Sin by KL Murphy. Copyright © 2017 by Witness Impulse. Reproduced with permission from Witness Impulse. All rights reserved.

 

K.L. MURPHY

Author Bio:

K.L. MURPHY was born in Key West, Florida, the eldest of four children in a military family. She has worked as a freelance writer for several regional publications in Virginia, and is the author of A Guilty Mind and Stay of Execution. She lives in Richmond, Virginia, with her husband, four children, and two very large, very hairy dogs.

To learn more about the Detective Cancini Mystery series or future projects, visit her Website 🔗, Twitter 🔗, & Facebook 🔗 pages.

 

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3 Responses

  1. K.L. Murphy says:

    Thanks so much for having me today. Great fun to talk about my favorite detective!

  2. Cheryl says:

    This book was SO good!

  3. merryci@yahoo.com says:

    Thank you! Loved learning the details.

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