Any Other Name: A Longmire Mystery - Plot & Excerpts
I turned and looked at her as we sat in the parking lot of the Kmart, within eye-view of the Flying J Travel Plaza in the aftermath of an afternoon storm as a plow service pushed the never-ending snow over to the dividers. “As far as we know.” She skimmed through the reports. “I’m just sayin’.” I gripped the steering wheel of my truck with one hand. “He doesn’t fit the profile at all.” She flipped a page. “Wouldn’t be the first.” “Read to me about Linda Schaffer.” She shook her head and dropped the files in her lap. “If I know you, and I think I do, you’ve already read it to yourself about forty-seven times.” “Maybe forty-eight will be the charm—anyway, I like listening to you read.” She picked up and reshuffled the reports and held a hand out for the ubiquitous quarter I always paid her for the service.
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