Morgan James - Promise McNeal 02 - Quiet Killing - Plot & Excerpts
I left my purse and groceries on the porch, let Alfie out of the house, and walked across the goat yard to catch him before he evaded me. “Evening Fletcher. What’s up?” He gave me his usual you’re as dumb as dirt look. “What’s up? Gasoline and taxes, that’s what. You walk all the way out here to ask me that?” Best to ignore the sarcasm. “Are some of the fence posts loose?” “Not so far as I see. Just checking the line. Hubert has a habit of rubbing and leaning against’em, trying to look fetching for your girls, I reckon.” “Oh, okay. Thanks. I’m glad I saw you though. Wanted to ask you a question.” He stopped walking and raised his steely blue eyes to mine. How can a man manage to be so confrontational just by looking at you? Is it years of practice, or a gift from birth? He waited for my question, no doubt composing a pithy comeback. I smiled, thinking I might disarm his surly nature. Well, I didn’t really think the smile would disarm him. Adding fuel to the fire would be more likely.
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