Fools Rush In (The Sam McCain Mysteries Book 7) - Plot & Excerpts
The latest chromed and finned Detroit pleasure mobiles crowded around the structure itself. The smell of grilling burgers, the ragged laughter of three- and four-year-olds, a large portable radio playing Darlene Love’s “(Today I Met) The Boy I’m Going to Marry.” America, of Thee I Sing. Lucy sat on a small boulder far upslope, where a fawn stood watching her from the woods. Instead of tennis whites she now wore jeans and a yellow blouse, her blonde hair long and loose in the wind sweeping up from the river below. She smoked a cigarette with great intensity and once, just as I approached and frightened the fawn away, touched a gentle hand to her temple, as if a headache had just struck. “Lucy.” I didn’t want to frighten her. But my call was worthless. She hadn’t heard me. I walked closer. She turned, startled, and for just a moment seemed not to recognize me. “Oh, God, Sam. It’s you.” “I didn’t mean to scare you.” She pointed a finger at her lovely head. “Migraine and—don’t ever tell my mother I mentioned this—my period.
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