She stopped at Woody’s desk. “You’ll never guess who I just saw with a Baby Glock tucked in his waistband.” She panted. “And who has two vehicles here, one of them a blue truck!” Woody turned away from the computer and stared at her. “I give up. Who?” “Philip Corini,” Rhetta said, her heart still...
Malcom Griffith KILLERFIND: noun, a barnfind turned deadly s Ricky topped a hill, the serene blue of Whispering Pines Lake sprawled over several acres in the valley below them. Ricky slowed at a gravel drive. Two square columns, built from cemented creek rocks much like the boulders t...
No answer, again. She’d already left two voice mails. It’s been nearly two hours since Randolph was at the Whitewater Bottoms. He should’ve picked up service within a few minutes. It’s not like him not to call right back. Where is he? He should’ve been home over an hour ago. Rhetta set her phone ...