What kind of grandmother drops a million-dollar bounty on her own head—and asks a jaded ex-cop to dig up her darkest secret? One who isn’t done rewriting her legacy.
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Opening Paragraph Prompt:
Retired NYPD detective Jack Corrigan wasn’t expecting visitors. He definitely wasn’t expecting a white-gloved woman in orthopedic shoes, a lavender cardigan, and pearls that looked like they remembered Nixon. She placed an envelope on the bar top of O’Reilly’s Pub, ordered chamomile tea like it was whiskey, and said, “Prove I murdered a classmate at Mt. Holyoke in 1965, and a million dollars is yours. But you’ll have to be quick. I don’t plan on dying before the truth gets out.”
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3 Deep-Dive Questions:
- Why would someone want to be proven guilty of a crime they’ve gotten away with for decades?
- What personal demons might the ex-cop be wrestling with—and how could this case force him to face them?
- How do buried secrets from a “respectable” past challenge our ideas of innocence, justice, and redemption?