"Anything by Phelps is always an eye-opening experience." --Suspense Magazine
Sheila Davalloo was young, attractive, and successful. When she started a new job at a cutting-edge research lab in Stamford, Connecticut, she met the man of her dreams. Nelson Sessler had no idea how violently Sheila would react when he began seeing a co-worker, Anna Lisa Raymundo. Sheila eliminated her rival in a bloody knife attack--and then turned her rage on another victim she saw as an obstacle to her passions. M. Williams Phelps recounts the riveting story of a white-collar love triangle gone horribly wrong. . .and the terrifying infatuation that drove one woman to kill.
"Phelps is the Harlan Coben of real-life thrillers."--Allison Brennan
"M. William Phelps dares to tread where few others will: into the mind of a killer." --TV Rage
Includes 16 Pages Of Dramatic Photos
Susan Raymundo was used to her daughter calling her
Florida winter home at least twice a day. Anna Lisa was good
that way. She liked to stay in close touch with her parents,
even just to say hello, things are fine.
“She was a very thoughtful daughter,” Anna’s father,
Renato, later said. “She was a perfect daughter . . . an excellent
Smart too: Anna Lisa held a bachelor’s degree from Harvard
and a master’s from Columbia University.
On November 8, 2002, retired pediatrician Susan Raymundo
was at a local hospital near her Florida home with her
mother, who was undergoing a routine procedure. When she
returned to the house, Susan noticed the light on the answering
machine blinking. During that ride home, Susan later
recalled, she’d had an uneasy feeling. She couldn’t put her
finger on it, but something was nagging at her.
Something was wrong.
Tossing her keys on the counter, putting her handbag
down, Susan hit the PLAY button and listened, knowing who
Anna . . .
“Hi, Mom and Dad. I just want you to know what’s going
on. I know you’re busy with Grandma, but I’ll talk to you
It was 10:34 A.M., Susan noticed, when the message came in.
After getting herself situated, Susan called Anna Lisa
back. The line rang several times, but there was no answer.
Anna worked from home on Fridays. She was always
there, especially during the day. Susan and her husband had
purchased the Connecticut condo for Anna Lisa, closing the
deal back on March 15, 2000.
I’ll try again later, Susan told herself, perhaps subtly sensing,
if only with a motherly intuition, that something was
amiss. During the car ride home from the hospital, was that
feeling she had related to Anna?