They rested in the silence for another moment. "Tea or coffee in the morning?" "Definitely coffee." "You got it." It was a small consolation, one he latched on to as his mind continued to whirl. Petra stood, brushed a kiss to his cheek and left, apparently content to...
Her cousin would have to talk some sense into Wayne. She’d reviewed the specials with the bartender and double-checked all was well with the kitchen staff as the evening shift swung into gear.Through it all, she had the massive shadow of a Knight of the Round Table hovering over her shoulder. A m...
It had been a wonderful break to work on organizing the space backstage. Nothing here had anything to do with the law, witnesses and evidence, or unpredictable, not-so-dead stalkers. When Grant’s phone sang out a few bars of the Rocky theme and Mitch’s phone glowed through his back pocket with an...
Her hands, she’d quickly realized, were cuffed to the bolt under the driver’s seat. The metal cuff and the duct tape made it impossible for her to tug her wrist free. There was little victory in knowing she wasn’t paranoid about being followed. She twisted her mouth side to side, praying for a lu...
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–Sherlock Holmes of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle Gee, Sherlock, I can relate. Kincaid called me out to a crime scene at two am and then wonders why I'm sluggish on reading the scene. Some days I wish he'd never found me! After an hour on site, I cleared the wife and husband of kidnapping a neighbor g...