Remembering Dresden (Jack Turner Suspense Series Book 2) - Plot & Excerpts
The chicken piccata was ready, in the oven on warm. The angel hair pasta was draining in the strainer. Table set. Chilled bottle of wine in the fridge. He’d asked Rachel to call him once she had started the drive up here, so the dish wouldn’t get all dried out. He looked at his watch. She should be here any minute. That was another nice thing about living in a small, southern college town. No such thing as rush-hour. He didn’t know how people who lived in places like Atlanta ever managed to coordinate a dinner time. He stepped outside onto the porch intending to be there when she got out of the car. Really, just to show off the place a little. Then he saw the two oval throw rugs hanging over the wood rail. He’d forgotten all about bringing them in. He grabbed the one that went upstairs first and headed inside. As he carried it up the stairs, he could already tell it didn’t smell near as musty as before. And when he plopped it down on the floor, no dust clouds. He hurried down the stairs but heard the obvious sounds of a car coming onto the property.
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