Sweep in Peace (Innkeeper Chronicles, #2)

by Ilona Andrews

The bell rang again. Beast barked in the other room. I grabbed the coffee, dumped a whole bunch of creamer into it to cool it enough to drink, and went to the door. The bell rang, insistent. I swung the door open and stared at Officer Marais’s furious face. “Officer Marais! Good morning. What can I do for you? What’s happened now? Has a chupacabra been spotted in the neighborhood? Or was it a Bigfoot? Maybe someone saw a UFO? I can’t wait to hear how it’s all my fault.” I sipped my coffee to appear extra casual. “You…” Officer Marais pulled himself together through an obviously huge effort of will. “I know what happened.” “What happened when? Where?” “Here.” He stabbed his finger toward the floor. I glanced at the floor. “I don’t follow…” “I saw a group of men appear on the road.” “What do you mean, appear?” George said behind me. I glanced over my shoulder. He was wearing loose gray slacks and a fisherman’s sweater of natural beige wool. Officer Marais looked at him for a long moment, no doubt committing his face to memory.

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