James' life was falling apart. How did he allow a sixteen-year-old girl to infiltrate his world? She wanted commitment. It wasn't going to happen. It was Sunday night. He got home in time to grab a beer before the eleven o'clock news. A young girl, yet to be identified, was found lying face down by the edge of the Scenic Highway ... a presumed hit-and-run. He didn't need a name. He'd left no clues that would lead back to him. It was quick and clean ... the way he'd planned it. The name-plate on her desk read, Casey Quinby. She was the head investigative reporter for the Cape Cod Tribune. She worked hand-in-hand with police departments from one end of the Cape to the other. Casey was their 'Kelly Girl' detective. Her boss gave her free rein to work with the cops, fully knowing she'd get the exclusive. She got to play with the POs, and then got paid to write about it. Last Sunday night, there was a hit-and-run on the Bourne Scenic Highway. For some reason, Casey wasn't given clearance to mingle with the cops at the scene. Even her on-again, off-again boyfriend, Sam, suggested she step back from this one. Said he'd get in touch with her in a couple of days. Sam was the chief detective in the Bourne Police Department. Imagine telling a reporter, a nosey one at that, to close her eyes and disappear for a few days. Not going to happen. She knew she had to use her Sherlock Holmes' nose to sniff out well hidden clues - mix them together - and end up with a perfectly assembled table puzzle. EMPTY ROCKER provides the perfect blend of mystery and suspense, coupled with twists and turns, and infused with a bit of romance.