Sarah T. Hobart books

Death at a Fixer-Upper (2016)

The highway was just as deserted as before, shrouded in heavy mist and lonely as a grave. I fixed my eyes on the horizon, trying to come to grips with what I’d learned. My knuckles throbbed a little. That part, anyway, had been satisfying. As I slowed down for the flashing yellow lights by the br...