She’d been as close as a daughter could get to a taciturn, all work-little play father. His leathery face bore the patina of a rich mahogany suntan and windburn gained from his tending the commercial sod. Before he got into the turf racket, he’d worked at a succession of outdoor jobs, and he’d vi...
His lower back muscles were tied in knots. His breaths were quick and shallow. He abhorred gazing down at the palm-sized instrument of terror, his cell phone, lying on the desktop. It was no wonder. He’d just gotten off the line with Judge Helen Redfern, and theirs had been anything but a friendl...
It lay buried at the bottom of her purse rather than left on her nightstand after all. She placed her call. Isabel grabbed it, listened to the good news, and replied. “Wait and I’ll put on Alma. Just be careful is all I ask.” “I won’t take any big risks,” said Sammi Jo. Alma hurried out to the co...