Mitch glanced at her sitting in the passenger seat of his truck, wrappedin a goofy-looking faux leopard jacket. Her mind sorted tasks into a priority list and tumbled bits ofinformation over and over in an attempt to sift out anything useful. One sleeve was torn at the biceps, bleeding goose down. On the television they were showing cops and lab guys from the BCAtrooping in and out of a fancy house in Lakeside-Wright's house.
Jessie giggled and made a show of pretending to squish her worries intoa ball. As she staggered, the taste of blood bubbled up in hermouth like a warm spring. They didn't even took up when she came in. Megan bristled.
Join the newsletter to receive news, updates, new products and freebies in your inbox.