Death, Taxes, And Cheap Sunglasses (A Tara Holloway Novel Book 8) - Plot & Excerpts
My alarm went off much too early the next morning. Having lost three hours’ sleep to my late-night mission, I had to fight the urge to yank the plug out of the wall. Still, though I might be exhausted, I had a job to do. Uncle Sam didn’t pay me to loll about in bed. I only hoped he’d reimburse my gluttonous late-night snack. On my drive into work, I stopped at a gas station and bought a large Dallas map. When I arrived at the office, I aimed straight for the supply room. My eyes scanned the shelves. Manila folders. Legal pads. Nine-by-twelve mailing envelopes. Boxes of ballpoint pens. Viola, Lu’s eagle-eyed secretary, stepped into the doorway. “Finding what you need?” “No.” I pushed aside small boxes of binder clips to search behind them. “I’m looking for thumbtacks. I don’t see any.” “Thumbtacks?” Viola cocked her head. “I don’t get much call for those. Can’t even remember the last time I ordered any.” “Darn.” “What do you need ’em for?” I held up my map.
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