Who could resist that? Today my checkbook was nestled in my pocket. I thanked God because I hardly ever carried it with me. I charged through as many stores as I could until my arms became heavy with purchases. Sweaters, jeans, shoes, underwear, and more were stuffed into shopping bags. I glanced...
I drove to the homeless shelter and handed them to Martin Mason, the manager. He offered his thanks and mentioned the morning news flash concerning Mrs. Peterson. To quell his interest and possible gossip mongering, I said I’d seen the news and was horrified by such a terrible experience. With th...
I waited for Lola to explain what she'd found. She rifled her purse and rumpled papers came into view. My glance strayed to her as she read the sheets in silence.When I drew up to a red light, I turned to her in exasperation. “Come on Lola, speak to me,” I pleaded.Soft laughter accompanied her br...
She’d set the tarot reading room up for an impromptu dinner. I gawked as her father grasped his throat, writhed on the floor, and suddenly lost consciousness. After I’d hurriedly called 9-1-1, rescue personnel soon rushed into the room to take over the scene. Alongside a police officer, I stood a...
Marcus smiled when I opened my eyes, and he held a cup of fragrant brew under my nose. “Rise and shine, sweetheart. It’s late and the day is wasting away.” My glance roamed over his body. He stood in undershorts and nothing else. Yep, he’d slept ove...
His eyes widened a tad, but he followed me. The room was quiet until he stepped inside. Vinnie gave him a wide smile, while BettyJo invited him to take a seat. “You’re just in time, Detective. We were talking about you just before you called. Perfect timing,” she said. His brows rose, his eyes sc...