Set against a backdrop of political corruption, addiction, and personal trauma, Carol’s journey is not only about survival but finding strength within when all else fails. This book dives deep into the raw, human experience, shedding light on resilience in the darkest hours.
Susa Capo brings a voice steeped in life’s raw and unfiltered experiences. Known for dissecting the human heart’s complexities, she is a storyteller who looks beneath the surface. In Enough Rope, Capo weaves real, unapologetic characters who confront societal pressures, personal flaws, and hidden truths. With an eye for the raw edges of human experience, she continues to inspire readers to reflect deeply on themes of loyalty, redemption, and courage in adversity.
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Soul deep blues song
Fluttered into her heart
On Iridescent wings.
Cause Mama had, Daddy had
Relatives with crust of bread
Wore the fragrance of accepted
Abuse in your hair to
Attract butterflies
Cause Mama had, Daddy had
Relatives with crusts of bread
Leave needle tracks of don’t deserve
Along strong arms that
Reach for the wrong love.
Cause Mama had, Daddy had
Relatives with crusts of bread
Served love at the crowded table,
Chrysalis dormant
Awaits a distinct song.
Cause Mama had; Daddy held
Crusts of bread
Swallowed too much
Strange fruit
If you haven’t read Enough Rope, I’m issuing a minor spoiler alert.
As they left the conference room, Jimmy pulled Joanne into his office across the hall, whispering, “I don’t like this.”
“What do you mean? We must get to the bottom of any security issues. As he said, it’s a national security issue that is bigger than BlueTech. It could ruin everything we’ve been working on. Taking Carol’s new company public has been our focus these last four years.”
“I mean working with Donnie. You know how he and his FBI buddies almost screwed up Sal’s pension. He tried to shift all the blame to the FDLE and the Tampa police,” said Jimmy as he paced and clenched his fists.
Joanne knew exactly what he meant. Sal, Jimmy’s partner before he left the Florida Department of Law Enforcement, had to fight for his pension. He had been seriously injured helping all the police agencies involved in trying to catch a killer. It wasn’t right. At the same time, she agreed that the Tampa police deserved some blame. Especially for Pam’s death over four years ago.
“Not working with him isn’t an option. You know that,” Joanne said as she lightly touched his arm and stopped his pacing.
“You’re not worried about him? You think he’s changed in four years? He’s still his arrogant self,” said Jimmy.
Joanne shook her head, thinking. Lord, it’s already been 4 years since Carol’s husband’s supposed suicide. And the scary mafia connections, AND the crazed killer who wasn’t caught.
Everyone involved moved on. She admired how Carol managed her life and this new company without knowing the whole truth surrounding Ed’s death. Carol told her that she often had nightmares about Mr. K, as they still called him. Joanne was suspicious when the electricity in her home went out. In Florida, the lightning capital of the U.S., that happened too often.
She didn’t completely trust Donnie Costello either. But the new Cyber Division (CyD) was just formed, and he oversaw it in the Tampa FBI Field Office.
“We’ll keep an eye on him as best we can. In the meantime, let him take the lead with the techies. You know those guys well enough to follow up with them. You watch the financials as well, and I’ll watch the stock and marketing people. We caught it early before too much of the store was sold,” said Joanne, trying to placate Jimmy and reassure herself.
