Death On The Range: Target Practice Mysteries 1 - Plot & Excerpts
“There are police everywhere. When did Moo get here? What’s going on?” I stared at her for a few seconds while I tried to get a handle on where I was and what was happening. My knees ached from the weight of Moo sleeping on them. The bed was small, and Moo took up a significant portion. I had laid out a blanket on the floor, but he had obviously decided that he could easily find a spot on me. His body warmth seeping through my brand-new flannel comforter and deep breathing had been a comfort that outweighed my contorted position. Slowly, memories of the previous night filtered through my mind and brought a frown to my face. “Mary,” I gently said, “you need to sit down. I have to tell you something.” She grabbed a chair from the desk while I scooted up to lean against the wall so I could look her in the eyes while I talked. “Last night, I couldn’t sleep, so I got up and went over to the center to run. When I got to the weight room, Honey was there, uh…” I hesitated; I had never had to share this kind of news and was unsure of what to say.
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