Thin Air (Jessica Shaw, #1)

by Lisa Gray

Jessica had wondered if the young woman’s disappearance might lead to some work coming her way, but that was clearly a dead end now. Literally. She preferred her cases much colder anyway, like a bottle of Bud Light straight from a cooler, and this one had never gotten to be anything other than lukewarm.

Jessica felt a hot flush hit her cheeks hard and fast, like sudden exposure to a tanning bed with new tubes.

All she wanted was a soft bed and some hard liquor.

Three high stools faced the smaller curved end of the bar. From a gash in the maroon leatherette seating, the middle one spewed nicotine-colored foam that brought to mind a freshly popped pimple.

Jessica double-checked the house number scrawled on a Post-it Note stuck to the dash and pulled up in front of twin gates flanked on either side by hedges as neat as a Brazilian wax.