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 2
Fran
had been deep into peeling the label off her coffee cup when her
phone buzzed. She exhaled sharply at the name on the screen. Trevor.
For
a split second, she debated ignoring it. Let it go to voicemail.
Handle it later, when she wasn’t already bracing herself for a
fight. But that wasn’t an option. Not with this case. Not with him.
She
answered. "Yeah?"
"You’re
working the girl, right?" Trevor’s voice was clipped. Guarded.
Fran
frowned. "Found her last night on the way home from the alarm
place. What about her?"
"Just
checking in." He hesitated. "Anything new?"
She
heard it—the measured pauses, the subtle restraint. Trevor wasn’t
just checking in. He was setting the stage for an argument before it
even started.
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