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The skull smiled at Stevie. That is, if it were possible to smile without your lower jaw; it was more of a grimace. The dark, empty eye sockets taunted her, asking what’d happened to the rest of the bones. “We’ll figure it out,” she promised. “There’s enough here to get us started.”
Solitude police officer Roy Krueger had always worn it when they’d fished the Rogue River during the summer. His “lucky shirt.”
Working together had turned out to be a positive thing. They meshed well. Zane was a smart cop and a natural leader, and Stevie was proud to serve with him. At the office they kept it business as usual; when she stayed at his cabin in the woods, it was anything but professional.
Small Town Rule #6: Skip Western Union; the neighbors are faster. “What are
“Because we loaned him money in January. He’d gotten into a tight spot with his mortgage.”
Small Town Rule #7: Park a few blocks away unless you want the whole town knowing your business.
Sometimes holding an animal balanced one’s perspective of the world.
letting tragedy change how we live
our lives doesn’t do the dead any favors. It gives credence to those who committed the acts.”
“We’ve got a murder. JD Hearne’s been shot. Two bullets in the back of the skull.”
If he asked her to move in again, she knew what her answer would be. She wanted a home and family with Zane.
