Hurricane Force (A Miss Fortune Mystery Book 7) - Plot & Excerpts
I scrambled to grab the stacks of trays before they fell onto the floorboard. “A little warning next time,” I said. “Sorry,” Gertie said. “Sharp turn!” I leaned over the trays as if I were protecting a small child from a bear attack as Gertie wheeled the car around the corner. “Slow down, you old fool,” Ida Belle yelled. “This won’t work if we don’t have hamburgers to bring to the sheriff’s department.” Gertie let up on the gas a tiny bit and made the final turn onto Main Street. I relinquished my protective position and looked between the seats and down the street. A handful of people were picking up debris on the street and sidewalks and waved as we pulled up. I recognized a couple of them from the night before at the church and figured they must be some of the people who couldn’t return home yet. “Looks like they’ve organized a bit of a cleanup,” Ida Belle said. “They probably got tired of sitting on those uncomfortable pews,” I said. “Pastor Don got back in town today,”
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