Forsaken: A Fallen Siren Novella - Plot & Excerpts
I’m squirming around on the front seat of my car like a fidgety five-year-old. I can’t even keep my fingers still. As if with a mind of their own, they drum a restless tattoo on the steering wheel.David should have had Donaldson out of that bar thirty minutes ago. What can be keeping him?I squint around the dark parking lot. I hate waiting. I’m no good at it. You’d think after two and a half years chasing scumbags—excuse me, alleged scumbags—for a living, I would have developed some patience.I haven’t.I open the car door and step out.The dampness folds around me, a combination of heat, humidity, and a stubborn fog that clings to theSouthern California coast like a soggy blanket. It’s too late in the season for “June gloom.” What happened to real summer, with a lazy sun and warm desert air to dry things out? Instead, the humidity plasters my silk blouse to my skin. Shit, it’s like living inFlorida . I shake out of a linen jacket and throw in onto the front seat before slamming the car door shut.Impatiently, I smooth wrinkles out of my skirt.
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