Skye Cree 03: The Bones Will Tell - Plot & Excerpts
She’d stuck Judy’s composite drawing under at least fifty noses without getting any reasonable results. Oh, there had been plenty of people who had insisted the sketch looked familiar. The boozehound trying to catch a nap on Howell was convinced it was the guy down the block panhandling, encroaching on his territory. The bartender at Magistrate’s believed it looked like the man behind the counter at the convenience store on Freemont. The streetwalker on Darrow felt like it resembled the cop who walked the beat between Fourth and Bell. But no lead panned out, nothing came of any of it. Her boots were beginning to pinch her heel. Her feet were starting to cramp. Her head ached from defeat. It wasn’t the first time in eight years that Skye had grown weary of the hunt. But it was the first time she felt like giving up. She turned to Josh. “Look, it’s the weekend. Let’s take some time and do something for us. We have the move coming up.
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