Just Deserts (Hetta Coffey Series, Book 4) - Plot & Excerpts
Setting the security system, I made a mental note not to open any doors or windows during the night lest I scare the crap out of myself with a raucous alarm. Flipping on the TV I learned that little had changed in the five months I’d been without television. Threats of gang killings, dope deals, political unrest, weirded-out celebs, and that was just in Tucson. No mention of a dark van full of illegals being stopped in Cochise County. I wondered if that kind of news was even newsworthy here. A touch on a nifty remote, et voila, flames sprang to life in the fireplace. Channel surfing, I landed on a shark feeding frenzy on Animal Planet. Not to be outdone by a bunch of toothy critters, I harpooned an entire round of creamy French Brie, backed up with a loaf of San Francisco sourdough bread, and a bottle of cold, crisp, Pinot Grigio. Life doesn’t get much better for a dry-docked damsel. Dinner done, I snuggled down into the big couch and called Jenks in Kuwait City.
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