Bad Moon (Kat Campbell Mysteries) - Plot & Excerpts
Driving with the windows down and the White Album blaring, he was on his way to Fairmount. From what he could surmise, the land between there and Philadelphia was one huge cow pasture. Sure, he had steered through a small town or two—most of them carbon copies of Perry Hollow but without the charm. Mostly, though, he saw cows, cows, and more cows. Black ones. Brown ones. White ones. It made Nick long for a purple one, just to mix things up a bit. Now he was five miles outside of Fairmount. At least that’s what the road sign was telling him. Nick kind of doubted it. All he saw on the horizon were more cows. On his stereo, “Sexy Sadie” ended and the rebellious crunch of “Helter Skelter” began. Nick cranked up the volume while simultaneously flexing his right leg. He had been driving for three hours, and his knee was killing him. He could only imagine what kind of agony he’d be in if he had been using that leg to work the pedals. After Nick busted his knee beyond repair, there was concern on his part that he’d never be able to drive again.
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