Wednesday Nights by Camarin Grae

Imagine you’re Lyla Bradshaw. You have lots of friends, professional success as a therapist, a wonderful partner who warm, giving, accepting.

If the sex department of your relationship isn’t much anymore, another woman you secretly meet on Wednesday nights is an exotic delight – exciting, funny, mysterious, and the sexiest woman you’ve ever known.

Now imagine yourself contently at home with your partner, when the doorbell rings. Two policemen have a warrant for your arrest on outstanding parking violations on a car you sold years ago. Off you go downtown to straighten out this stupid mess.

A woman detective talks to you. About something quite apart from the parking tickets. You, and your current car, have been identified at the execution-murder of a rapist.

Preposterous, you declare. So, the detective asks, do you have an alibi for that Wednesday night? Well…yes, but not one you’ll admit to if you don’t have to. Then will you agree to be viewed in a line-up? Sure, you confidently say.

Not one but three people pick you out of the line-up, claiming you were at three different Wednesday night scenes involving rapists.

You’re under arrest – engulfed in a nightmare. Will you ever escape?