Kim Smith was born in Memphis Tennessee, the youngest of four children. After a short stint in a Northwest Mississippi junior college, during the era of John Grisham’s rise as a lawyer, she gave up educational pursuits to marry and begin family life.
After the birth of her two children, she gave up working outside the home for the more important domestic duties of wife and mother. During those years, she began thinking of stories to entertain herself and pass the time. Before long she started telling her husband about her stories and he assured her she could write a book if she really wanted to. She put the idea away once she landed a job as a network administrator for a small corporation, and together the Smith’s started their own video production company.
Writing was a dream, hidden but not forgotten, and soon Kim began to talk again of trying her hand at it. She played with words, and wrote several poems, one of which was picked up for an anthology.
When she decided to try out her hand at mystery writing, she discovered her true love and niche in the writing journey. She has since had four short stories, and her first mystery novel accepted for publication.
Kim is a member of Sisters in Crime, and EPIC. She still lives in the Mid South region of the United States and is currently working on her second book in the mystery series.
She’s been ditched by her job, dumped by her boyfriend, and implicated in his murder.
When she finds out her very private video collection is missing from the crime scene, it is all out war to find the disks before the cops do. The problem is, the killer has them. And he’s watched them.
Now Shannon’s at the top of his most wanted list.
In this post, one of the potential suspects is interrogating Shannon Wallace to try and get into her head and see what makes her tick:
In the interrogation room waiting area, I watched as they brought in a sexy brunette wearing cut-off shorts and a Purple Wave tee shirt. She looked around at all of us and the questions were evident in her eyes.
“What’s with you?” I asked her. I was pretty sure she was a mistake. The guy had been stabbed. Not a murder of choice for a woman. “You don’t look like you’d kill a flea.”
She made a face. “Gee thanks for the vote of confidence.”
Another fellow, a muscular African American man, nodded at me. “Yeah, they reaching now, ain’t they? I mean she obviously ain’t guilty of murder.”
“You the man’s woman or what?” I asked, conversationally.
She rearranged her butt on the hard plastic chair. “Or what.”
I kept looking at her, waiting for her to answer why she was brought in. She dropped her gaze to the dirty concrete floor.
“I get it. You got caught hanging out around the apartment, and the cops decided to go hard on you.” She was probably the dead dude’s neighbor.
This brought her head up and her eyes flashed like twin blue sapphires. “Oh, you’re good, yes indeed. You think you know everything, but you don’t know squat.”
I couldn’t imagine what had triggered this reaction but determined to find out. “You must be the nosy neighbor caught in the act of checking out the traffic going in and out and the cops got ticked at you.”
She shrugged. “Think what you like.”
Oh yeah. I had finally found the story. “What? You’re a reporter? You stick a mike in the wrong mug?”
She laughed derisively. “Whatever.”
She looked like she might unload some details. I pushed a little harder. “It’s okay, lady. We’re not telling anyone your secrets. For all you know we’re the killers here. Are you a little scared?”
“Not even a little,” she said. I could tell by the way she avoided looking me in the eye that she was lying. Not that the man and me looked very deadly. Not that she would know that.
“So? What got you in here?” I lifted my cuffed hands and waved at the room.
Resolving to admit to the guilty part, she said, “I sort of let myself into the apartment and ran smack into a cop. Apparently, they don’t take to strange people storming onto their crime scenes. “
My pal and I hooted with laughter, maybe a little too long because she frowned. The door to the inner room where police interrogators waited opened and the grumpy Hispanic detective glared out at us. “Wallace, get your ass in here.”
She took a deep breath and hauled up out of the chair. “If either of y’all is the killer, I don’t want to know. But trust me, I have a photographic memory and I will check out the wanted posters before I leave here to see if you are there. See ya in the funny papers,” she said.
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