Sam Harlan (Book 3): Damned Cold - Plot & Excerpts
She glanced up from her desk and nodded at Callie before fixing me with an icy glare. I stopped and bowed my head. “Thanks for letting me pass, Sister. I’m sorry about earlier.” Sister Beulah harrumphed, but she relaxed a bit and said, “Be on your way, Harlan, and keep Callie safe.” I nodded. “As if my life depended on it.” There was steel in the old nun’s eyes. “It just might, boy. It just might.” Callie grabbed my arm and hustled me out through the front door. “Come, Sam. We’re running late.” We were crossing the street when I finally asked, “What’s up with Sister Beulah?” Callie glanced down the now-darkened street and pointed to a gap in the heavy traffic. We hurried across the street, and Callie said, “Sister Beulah protects the rectory. I thought you knew that.” In fact, I had not known that.
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