Stranger At My Door (A Murder In Texas) - Plot & Excerpts
Nevertheless, as he dragged himself up the steps to Dinah’s house, he shivered. Hollyn answered the door. If hate was a palpable thing, then this girl was mixing it up in ten-gallon drums. “Yeah?” she sneered. He pushed inside, forcing her to stand back or risk brushing against him. The living room was dark, but the upstairs hall light was on. “Dinah?” He shouted her name up the staircase. “She’s in bed.” “It’s nine o’clock.” “She said she was wore out.” “Thought I saw a light on in her room.” A lie, but he didn’t care what the girl thought of him. He started up the steps, taking them two at a time. “Hope that mean old dog doesn’t get you.” Like hell she did. He pushed open Dinah’s bedroom door. Muted light from the street illuminated the curled up body on the bed and the ribbon of pale hair against the pillow.
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