“Coroner owed me a favor. He put a rush on Campbell’s autopsy,” Sam explained. “And…?” “Campbell was dead before he ever hit the tree. Had a bullet in his brain. Forty-five caliber. Entered the skull just behind his left ear.” ...
missing, the momentum of the machine just kept on going. I followed Spencer through the glass entrance into the reception area. “Good afternoon. I’m Spencer Davis—State of California.” He handed her one of his cards. “This is my assistant.” Spencer motioned toward me....
he called as I got out of my car. “Yes. And you’re Chuck?” “That’s me. Come on in. The wife is baking cookies. Oatmeal, I think.” I smiled and followed him into his kitchen. “Betty, this is Devonie. She’s the little gal...
I cringed and looked at Lance. “You didn’t.” He gave me a guilty smile and nodded. Rick laughed. “These guys are crazier than we are—and we’ve done some pretty crazy things. But we never got drunk and stole two cars in Mexico, one of which was a ...
“Kate,” I said, struggling to sit up. “Just stay put. You fainted.” The image I’d seen earlier rushed back into my head. “Oh my God. Is he dead?” “Who?” The sound of a familiar voice drifted in my direction. “Is she okay?” Detective Obermeyer. I pushed the EMT out of my way and sat up, relie...
“Thank God you weren’t on the boat,” Aunt Arlene said. “Are you okay, Devonie? I’d better go call the fire department. Are you sure you’re all right? What in the world happened?” “Calm down, honey,” Doug said, in the most composed voice he could muster under the circum...