Executive Dirt: A Sedona O'Hala Mystery - Plot & Excerpts
I was wrapped tightly in his arms when a long but faint beep woke me. I reached for the alarm clock out of habit, but quickly realized the buzzing was coming from the kitchen. A fourth beep was my final warning.A siren blasted across my backyard. An unholy cacophony of bells and lights joined in. Mark sat up and rolled off one side of the bed. In the next two seconds, I was on my feet ready to run for my life. Cary’s ghost must have risen from the dead because haunted wails penetrated the closed window.“What the hell?” Mark didn’t waste time getting dressed. He went for his gun and headed for the back door in his boxers.I had on a t-shirt, but wished for a pair of shorts. Since he had the gun and was already halfway to the back door, I grabbed a pair of light sweatpants from the floor and stuffed myself into them on the run. “Why is it so bright?” It wasn’t the sun because a quick glance at the clock showed it was three in the morning.Mark was outside already and couldn’t have heard my question over the noise.The lawn was fully lit by floodlights.
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