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“Ms. Morgan. Lajade, right? Or should I call you Lucy Ross? As in the famous country singer Lucy Ross.” I cringed. “I can explain.” “Yeah. I think you’d better start talking.” “Sheriff Evans.” I gave him my sweetest smile. “What would you say to a bribe?”
My parents had been my shelter and since they’d died, I’d felt lost. I was a woman running through a storm, searching for a haven against the onslaught of rain.

