Tall, Dark and Kilted Page 38
by Lizzie Lamb
For a long moment, neither of them spoke as they looked down at the murder weapon lying at their feet.
‘I think this belongs to you.’ He picked it up and handed it back, one corner of his mouth quirking in a humourless smile.
‘Thanks,’ India snatched it back, feeling suddenly rather foolish. It was obvious that she’d been prepared to use the wrench as a weapon for her protection. Now the whole idea seemed preposterous. She was of average height and slightly built - whereas he was tall, athletic and looked capable of anything. She guessed that it would take more than an inexpertly wielded wrench to deflect him from his purpose.
Whatever it was.
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Summer 2013