Who Killed Fauna Lashay

In this shocking sequel to Dirty Laundry, Clean Sheets—The trap is set. The evidence is forged. But the real killer isn't even on the radar.

To the high-stakes corporate world of Manhattan, she was Fauna Le Brandt—a brilliant, clinical accountant systematically bleeding multi-million-dollar real estate titles from the city's elite. To downtown photographer Roan Clyborne, she was Lashay—his elusive, mesmerizing secret wife who crawled back into his sheets for one final weekend before turning up strangled in her Long Island driveway.

Now, the studio strobes are gone, replaced by the sterile flash of police camera bulbs. Faced with an absolute financial frame-job and a mounting homicide charge, Roan is trapped in a black-and-white maze. The signatures on the fraudulent deeds are his, the timeline places her at his SoHo loft, and his long-time girlfriend, Izariyah Brenton, has vanished out of state to protect her own hard-won peace.

Detectives Kerrigan and Jagger are under pressure to book Roan by sunrise. But as they pull back the layers of Fauna's double life, they smash into a premium corporate firewall controlled by Antonella Crane—a ruthless Upper East Side matriarch who has expertly suffocated the digital trail to protect her family's empire. Knowing they can't unmask the high-society ghost, the state demands a convenient suspect.

As the dragnet widens, it prepares to crush Aldo Allaband—a broken-hearted call center employee who was used by Fauna and discarded, just as he finally finds a quiet spark of hope in a new romance.

The police are certain they are close to closing the case. The corporate predators are confident they've buried the truth. None of them realize that the true architect of Fauna's death is sitting in a luxurious Massapequa sunroom, drinking coffee, and watching the swans glide by.

In a dangerous game of ego, extortion, and systemic deception, the ultimate predator isn't the one holding the corporate strings. It's the one holding the deepest grudge.