Meet Detective Kelly Lowe…..
All of her life, Kelly Lowe has tried to live up to her father’s standards. Even after his death, she still has something to prove.
An only child and a girl, born to a man who desperately wanted a son to follow in his footsteps, Kelly had done her best to be the child he always wanted.
Becoming a Police officer, and then a Detective, seemed like the most natural thing to do. Her father was with the State Police for years and even though he hadn’t lived long enough to see her to this point, Kelly imagined he would be proud. Following is an excerpt from For the Helpless describing in Kelly’s own words a little bit about herself.
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My life has been planned out for me even before I was born; my father, hoping for a boy, never gave up on the idea that I was one throughout most of my life. I was raised as a tom-boy; always in sports, getting dirty, doing whatever it took to spend what little time I could with my father. He was a Captain for the Oregon State Police, and one would have thought he’d clue into my being female early on. He was after all a trained observer.
In the end, I think he figured it out, but I’d never stopped trying to gain his approval or live up to his expectations. He haunts everything that I do. I swear to this day that he was there when I was officially sworn in at Metro Police, even though he’d been dead for five years. I imagined him looking stern and proud. Honestly though, I doubted if he would ever forgive me for just being a girl. There were days when I felt the same way.
I could go on to blame my father for much of my dysfunction, but that angle is a bit over done. I, instead, blame only myself for the unhealthy hold my job has over me, and there-by my lack of solid relationships outside of it.
I am close with few, and usually, they are somehow associated with my work. I’d be kidding myself if I claimed to ever have a relationship last outside of it, my two cats being the exception. My social experience has actually been pretty limited, a date or two here and there, even when I was younger. I’d been just one of the guys. When I finally do venture out, I am usually called in to work at the most annoying of times. Not to mention that most normal men were a little intimidated if not downright frightened, by a woman who carries a gun 24-7 and could bring him to his knees with a flick of a wrist.
I was working a case of two abducted pre-teens who had turned up viciously murdered within months of their disappearances. It seemed as though I’d been chasing shadows and hitting walls from the very beginning. My Partner, Chris Patrick, was feeling the pressure as well. We’d worked numerous homicides together, but never one with such brutal implications as this. His wife, Clara, was my best friend and she’d called more than once to rant about the hours he was keeping. As if I could actually do anything about that. I did, however try to be empathetic.
I was finally dating a really nice guy, but he too, was experiencing the pull of my job. We’d been seeing each other since about the time of the first abduction. Surprisingly, he’d been overall patient and understanding when it came to my job. He was good at taking rain checks anyway. He never said anything, but every time my phone would ring he’d get a certain look in his eyes like he was prepared to be put off yet again. I had to wonder how long he’d last before he just didn’t give a damn.
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Intrigued? Stay tuned for more character spot lights to come. For the Helpless has humor, it has fear, it has raw adrenaline that you can feel with each of the characters. Next up will be Kelly’s hunky partner Detective Christopher Patrick. (Sorry ladies, he’s taken.) Find out why Kelly and Chris make such a great formidable team.
All of her life, Kelly Lowe has tried to live up to her father’s standards. Even after his death, she still has something to prove.
An only child and a girl, born to a man who desperately wanted a son to follow in his footsteps, Kelly had done her best to be the child he always wanted.
Becoming a Police officer, and then a Detective, seemed like the most natural thing to do. Her father was with the State Police for years and even though he hadn’t lived long enough to see her to this point, Kelly imagined he would be proud. Following is an excerpt from For the Helpless describing in Kelly’s own words a little bit about herself.
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My life has been planned out for me even before I was born; my father, hoping for a boy, never gave up on the idea that I was one throughout most of my life. I was raised as a tom-boy; always in sports, getting dirty, doing whatever it took to spend what little time I could with my father. He was a Captain for the Oregon State Police, and one would have thought he’d clue into my being female early on. He was after all a trained observer.
In the end, I think he figured it out, but I’d never stopped trying to gain his approval or live up to his expectations. He haunts everything that I do. I swear to this day that he was there when I was officially sworn in at Metro Police, even though he’d been dead for five years. I imagined him looking stern and proud. Honestly though, I doubted if he would ever forgive me for just being a girl. There were days when I felt the same way.
I could go on to blame my father for much of my dysfunction, but that angle is a bit over done. I, instead, blame only myself for the unhealthy hold my job has over me, and there-by my lack of solid relationships outside of it.
I am close with few, and usually, they are somehow associated with my work. I’d be kidding myself if I claimed to ever have a relationship last outside of it, my two cats being the exception. My social experience has actually been pretty limited, a date or two here and there, even when I was younger. I’d been just one of the guys. When I finally do venture out, I am usually called in to work at the most annoying of times. Not to mention that most normal men were a little intimidated if not downright frightened, by a woman who carries a gun 24-7 and could bring him to his knees with a flick of a wrist.
I was working a case of two abducted pre-teens who had turned up viciously murdered within months of their disappearances. It seemed as though I’d been chasing shadows and hitting walls from the very beginning. My Partner, Chris Patrick, was feeling the pressure as well. We’d worked numerous homicides together, but never one with such brutal implications as this. His wife, Clara, was my best friend and she’d called more than once to rant about the hours he was keeping. As if I could actually do anything about that. I did, however try to be empathetic.
I was finally dating a really nice guy, but he too, was experiencing the pull of my job. We’d been seeing each other since about the time of the first abduction. Surprisingly, he’d been overall patient and understanding when it came to my job. He was good at taking rain checks anyway. He never said anything, but every time my phone would ring he’d get a certain look in his eyes like he was prepared to be put off yet again. I had to wonder how long he’d last before he just didn’t give a damn.
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Intrigued? Stay tuned for more character spot lights to come. For the Helpless has humor, it has fear, it has raw adrenaline that you can feel with each of the characters. Next up will be Kelly’s hunky partner Detective Christopher Patrick. (Sorry ladies, he’s taken.) Find out why Kelly and Chris make such a great formidable team.
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