Wendelboe, C. M. books

Death Along the Spirit Road

“Pull up a little farther.” “Why?” “There,” Manny pointed. “I don’t want her to see me.” Desirée stood framed by the window. She hadn’t seen them yet, and Manny hoped she would continue looking the other way until he drove off. “An admirer?” “More like an old nightmare.” Clara pulled the car a hu...