Cynthia Has a Secret by P.D. Workman

Neil knows that he has to unravel the web of deceit and track Carmina down quickly, or there will be no one left to save.

Cynthia has a secret

One day, fifteen-year-old Carmina Knight’s life was perfect, and the next, she’d lost everything. Her family, her home, almost everything that she knew. Alone on the streets, she can’t trust anyone, but she also can’t make it alone.

Neil Crowther is the investigator on the Knight case. He knows that he has to unravel the web of deceit and track Carmina down quickly, or there will be no one left to save. 

Genre: JUVENILE FICTION / Social Issues / Homelessness & Poverty

Secondary Genre: JUVENILE FICTION / Social Issues / Self-Esteem & Self-Reliance

Language: English

Keywords: homelessness, poverty, self-reliance, family, friends, suspense, secret, medical

Word Count: 100,000

Sales info:

Cynthia just came out this year and has been well-received. 4-star average on Goodreads.

Sample text:

Carmina could see the flashing lights before she got up to their property. She could tell they were close, and was curious as to what the neighbors had been doing that the police were there. Julius, her dad, was always suspicious of what their neighbors were up to, so it came as no surprise to Carmina that they were in trouble. 

But as she got closer, she realized the emergency vehicles were not, in fact, in the neighbor’s long driveway. They were at hers. She slowed her walk, and then stopped. 

Her first thought was that someone was hurt. Maybe her mother had slipped on the stairs or cut herself. She always overreacted when she got hurt, and thought she needed stitches or a cast or something. But the flashing lights were not an ambulance, they were police cars. Not just regular police cars. They were unmarked black cars. Feds. 

Carmina hid behind one of the big trees, and watched, acid burning in her stomach and chest. Black-suited men went in and out of the house. Two of them came out with her father between them, his hands cuffed behind his back. They put him in one of the waiting black cars. Then a few minutes later, a couple more came out with her mother. Esther Knight’s long, blond hair blew back slightly in the breeze. Even at a distance, Carmina couldn’t help but admire and envy her mother’s beauty. Her own hair was quite dark. Her skin was darker and her facial features rounder and not so finely shaped. Esther always looked impeccably groomed, her make-up perfect, her hair shining, even when she was painting first thing in the morning, trying to catch the early morning light.

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Already translated. Translated by Carlos Nascimento
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