{"id":39862,"date":"2026-01-24T13:21:48","date_gmt":"2026-01-24T13:21:48","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lesbianfunworld.com\/books\/?p=39862"},"modified":"2026-01-05T00:25:22","modified_gmt":"2026-01-05T00:25:22","slug":"now-you-dont-by-fiona-townsend","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lesbianfunworld.com\/books\/now-you-dont-by-fiona-townsend\/","title":{"rendered":"Now You Don’t by Fiona Townsend"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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Fiona Townsend<\/h2>\r\n<\/div>\r\n
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\r\n\r\nDetective Cal Dempsey has spent twenty years building walls between her work and her life. At forty-eight, she’s never been in a relationship, never let anyone past her defenses, never been anything but the job. Then crime scene photographer Mara Snowden-the police chief’s niece and a fixture at crime scenes for years-disappears without explanation.<\/p>

Left behind: a single photograph of a murder victim with three words written on the back in Mara’s handwriting: For U Callisto.<\/p>

Callisto is a name Dempsey buried at eighteen. A childhood nickname from a group home, known only to people from a life she’s never discussed. A name that no one in her current world should know.<\/p>

Assigned to find her missing colleague, Dempsey breaks into Mara’s apartment and discovers a black leather journal. Inside: surveillance photographs of Dempsey taken over years without her knowledge. Detailed observations of her routines, her habits, her solitary life. Explicit sexual fantasies about a woman Mara has been watching, studying, wanting-but never approaching. The journal reveals an obsession that’s been growing in the dark, patient and methodical.<\/p>

The victim in the photograph is Stefan Tapani, a police confidential informant with a history of violent crimes he’s never paid for. Two years ago, he sexually assaulted Mara. Three witnesses-all connected to law enforcement-gave statements claiming the encounter was consensual. Tapani walked free. The case was closed.<\/p>

Now those three witnesses are dead within weeks of each other: a drowning, a suicide, a fall down the stairs. The kind of deaths that don’t look like murders until someone connects them. Dempsey connects them.<\/p>

As she traces the pattern through old case files and crime scene reports, Dempsey realizes Mara hasn’t just been watching her-she’s been leaving breadcrumbs. Each crime scene disguised as tragedy. Each death perfectly executed. Each piece of evidence placed where only Dempsey would find it. The investigation isn’t a hunt. It’s an invitation.<\/p>

When Mara finally surfaces, the confrontation isn’t what Dempsey expects. There’s no denial, no deflection. Instead, Mara offers something Dempsey has never had: to be truly seen. To be chosen. To matter to someone beyond her badge and her cases.<\/p>

The confession becomes a seduction. The evidence becomes foreplay. And Dempsey-who has spent two decades alone, who has never been wanted, who has never let herself want anything beyond the job-feels the walls she’s built beginning to crack.<\/p>

The choice before her is impossible: turn in the first person who’s ever desired her and maintain her integrity, or become complicit in the only justice Mara could get. Because in a system that protects informants over victims, that values procedures over people, that let a rapist walk free-what is justice actually worth?<\/p>

Now You Don’t is a noir psychological thriller about obsession, complicity, and the terrible freedom of finally being seen-even when the person seeing you is destined to destroy you, or perhaps especially then.\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n

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