My Name Is . . . Eve

Clovis Hartford was your average, run-of-the-mill, middle aged woman. She had been married to the same man for more than three decades and had four grown children. One day on her lunch hour, she witnessed the murder of six people. She could identify the shooters. Her entire life was changed as it was determined, after she testified at the trial of one of the shooters, she should enter the Federal Witness Protection Program. For reasons unknown at the time, her husband Harry refused to enter the program with her. She would either not testify or go alone. Clovis had a strong sense of justice and testified. A year later she learns why Harry wouldn't accompany her in what could be the adventure of a lifetime.

She was alone for the first time in more than thirty years. A new name, a new town, no friends...only a US Marshal to call on when she thought she would fail as Evelyn Beale. She found a job as an administrative assistant and nearly blundered with her name at the interview. She recovered the near goof and was hired.

This book takes Eve, as she prefers to be called, through the first few years of her experiences as someone new. Things happen to her that, in other circumstances, would be taken as “stuff happens”. But as a Witness Protection person these things lead to considerable worry that the people from whom she's being protected may have located her. She gradually makes friends and puts together a decent life.