His face was purple with anger as he stomped across the floor.“How the hell did Miranda Tate get the inside track on the Wayne Board?” he demanded to no one in particular. “Was she meeting with Wayne? Was she sleeping with Wayne?”Stryver tried to calm his boss.“Not that we know of—”“Clearly you d...
Harvested corn and tobacco fields, lying dormant for the winter, surrounded the house and outbuildings. An unlit dirt road led to the Lancaster Pike, nearly a half mile away. A wrought-iron rooster perched atop the weather vane. Amish hex signs were painted on the barns and grain silo. Electric l...