Susa Capo has spent years crafting stories that capture life’s messy, complex truths. With a unique perspective and an ability to portray raw human emotions, she uses life’s pains and pleasures as the foundation for profound storytelling. Enough Rope reflects this voice—a gritty, unfiltered exploration of relationships, loss, and resilience.
” Susa Capo’s stories cut to the bone, weaving truth from the messiness of life with a voice that dares to be unfiltered and deeply human. Enough Rope is not just a book; it’s an invitation to face the rawest parts of ourselves and find strength in the unvarnished reality of being.”
Known for writing with a deep sense of empathy and realism, Capo invites readers to see themselves in characters facing the hardest of choices, delivering a story that lingers long after the last page.
Reviewed in the United States on January 18, 2025
You know that feeling when you finish a book, and you just sit there, staring into space? That was me after Enough Rope. I didn’t expect to feel so much reading it, but here we are. The mystery was top-notch, sure, but it’s the human moments—the guilt, the friendships, the what-ifs—that make this book unforgettable.
Susa’s poetry is reflective, passionate, and simplistically honest…
Fred Johnson, Tampa Bay Jazz Musician
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.
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