In the quiet heart of southwestern Wyoming, a small town clings
to its small-town ways. But when a sudden boom brings big money and
bigger secrets, what’s left of the town they thought they knew?
As
usual, I want to than Malady for beta reading, and helping edit.
I'd
also like to thank those who comment for their part in beta reading
too! :-)
Chapter
12
The
envelope Fran had found in the wastebasket contained a birthday card.
It was hard to be certain, but the card might never have been out of
the envelope. The handwriting on both the envelope and the note
inside looked like a teenager’s—loopy, uneven, and earnest. The
return address read Ashley Bernard, Riverside, California.
Fran
paused. Mitch Bernard—Reggie and Debra’s nephew over at Spotless
Solutions—shared that surname. Could Ashley be his sister? It bore
checking out.
She
yawned and glanced at her watch. Four A.M.
They’d
been called to The Chicken Coop by Chick at eight the previous
morning. Twenty hours of nonstop investigating had left her running
on fumes. She locked the evidence they’d collected into its locker,
then flipped off the lights. The alarm panel blinked its now-familiar
flicker when she armed it. She disarmed and rearmed it. This time, it
came on normally.
The Girl From Ipanema
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