Mother Knows Best (A Margie Peterson Mystery) - Plot & Excerpts
I hissed to Becky. “Turn off your light.”We both flicked off our flashlights and turned off the path, crunching into the undergrowth. I heard a clunk, then a stifled grunt from Becky, but I didn’t dare ask if she was okay. The crunching footsteps grew closer, the light roving through the cedars and oaks. I froze, hoping both of us were out of the flashlight’s range.It wasn’t long before the steps drew even with us. The flashlight came within inches of me, and I cringed, trying to stay still so that the bags wouldn’t crinkle. I followed the beam with my eyes. Unfortunately, it landed right on Becky’s pink-clad rear end.The footsteps stopped, and the beam lingered. “Get up,” a male voice rumbled. Becky turned, looking terrified, and stood up slowly, hands in the air, squinting into the light. “Come here.”She took a step forward, and I panicked. What now? I felt for the bags, trying to find the gun. The crinkling of the plastic drew the man’s attention, and the flashlight veered away from my friend, searching for me.
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