It was late Saturday morning, a week before Riley’s wedding, and that strident trill could mean only one thing. Belle was about to pounce on her with another list of jobs that had to be completed yesterday. When it came to getting what she wanted, the wedding planner was willing to go as far as s...
Skye squinted at the clock radio. It was six a.m. She’d been asleep for only three hours, having, as she predicted, tossed and turned for most of the night. Who could be calling her at this ungodly hour? Shoot! She should have let the machine pick up. What if her mother had decided to nag her lon...
Rain slashed at the windows, and thunder shook the glass figurines on the shelves of the étagère in Mrs. Griggs’s front parlor. Skye shivered, convinced that she might never be warm again. She was trying not to think of what was going on above her head, but while she waited to be questioned by th...
Skye fought to stay calm, chanting silently, I’ve discovered bodies before. There’s no need to panic. She sank to the ground while a voice inside her head whispered, But this is so much worse than anything you’ve seen before. Her stomach churned and she tasted bile. Stop it, Skye commanded hersel...
Once Skye parked the Sebring in the garage and got into the Volkswagen, Xenia suggested they stop for ice cream before she dropped Skye back at the high school. “Sounds good.” Skye fastened her seat belt. “Don’t forget to buckle up.” “Seat belts are too confining.” Xenia put the VW into gear. “No...