Retired, My Ass! Murder Doesn’t Clock Out— And Neither Did We.

You think we started with the lake cabin?

Please. That’s just where we keep the coffee now.

Before Quinlan, before the quiet, before we ever thought about retiring — David and I were knee-deep in East Texas murder cases that didn’t solve themselves. Seven of them, to be exact. Each one messier than the last. Each one a reminder that justice doesn’t come gift-wrapped. You have to dig for it. Sometimes bleed for it. And if you’re lucky, you don’t lose your soul in the process.

Murder Doesn’t Clock Out: Before Quinlan is the prequel to whatever you think you know about us. It’s not romantic. It’s not cozy. It’s just the truth — the kind that smells like gunpowder, sweat, and bad coffee.

We didn’t chase headlines. We chased ghosts. And we learned that instinct only gets you so far. Precision? That’s what closes cases.

So if you’ve read about the ones we took after retirement — the ones no one else could crack — this is where it started.

Seven cases. Two detectives. One long road to the cabin.

Coming soon... Shit's about to get rocky! Don’t say I didn’t warn you. 😉

— Loretta