Policy of Truth (Sacred Heart Continuum Series Book 1)
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Picking up the handset, she answered happily, “What’s up, Billy?”
“Deputy Bronson is here to see you. He says it’s urgent.”
Lace sighed. So much for her root beer float. “Send him up.” Hanging up the phone, she kicked off her bunny slippers and slid on her flip flops. Grabbing the coffee cup offered to her by Sinclair, she walked out the front door and down the steps to the asphalt driveway.
Rounding the bend of the house, she spotted the squad car with its blue lights flashing, sans siren.
Bronson put the car into park, opening up the driver’s side door.
She tilted her head as he exited, wondering what could be so urgent—until she saw what he was holding.
Her hand lowered slowly, losing grip on her mug. It shattered at her feet as she stared at the blood-soaked white cut.
A chill swept over her, unable to speak for a brief moment. Licking her lips and shutting the emotional light switch down, she found the strength to ask one question, “Is she dead?”
To be continued …