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On Tuesday I posted for the release date of this book and while I don’t want to repeat all of the information I feel it important that you get all of the important links and information 🙂 :)….just in case you missed it *wink*
The Synopsis for the book is in my post from Tuesday, but Denise has given us a sneak peek to the book
The sheriff’s office was in a little town about ten minutes outside of Henryetta. Everyone in Fenton County knew there was a rivalry of sorts between the two law enforcement departments. I was hoping that would work in Bruce Wayne’s favor.
As we walked inside, Mason straightened his tie. “I’ll show you where you can wait for me while I talk to the sheriff.”
He sat me in a waiting area outside of a glass-enclosed box, like some gas station attendants sit behind when they work in a bad neighborhood. “Is that bulletproof glass?”
Mason cast a glance toward it. “I guess,” he answered absently.
“Do they have many shootings out here? Why does the receptionist need to be behind bulletproof glass?”
“Rose, you’re perfectly safe out here. Just wait for me.”
Easy for him to say. He was the one going behind the glass, but it wasn’t like I had any options. “I’m not going anywhere.”
The sheriff’s deputy led him into the back, and I took in my surroundings. A young guy sat two chairs down from me. He had headphones in his ears, and he tapped his fingers on his legs like he was playing the drums.
I picked up an old issue of Better Homes and Gardens, trying to find an article to read, but I really didn’t care about making a Valentine’s Day centerpiece. I tossed it back on the table next to me.
The outside door flew open, and a woman rushed the glass window. The woman behind the glass actually jumped in surprise.
The blond-haired woman beat on the glass with her fists. “I demand justice! I’m not leaving until I get what’s mine!”
The receptionist, who had recovered from her initial excitement, now looked bored. She yawned and pushed a clipboard through the opening at the bottom. “If you have a complaint, I’ll need you to fill out this paperwork.”
“Paperwork?” The woman shrieked. “I’m past paperwork!” She pulled a handgun out of her purse and held it up in the air.
I was going to beat Mason Deveraux senseless the next time I saw him. Perfectly safe out here, my eye.
The receptionist had already bent over her paperwork, not even noticing the gun. And here I’d been pinning my hopes on the sheriff.
The crazy woman spun around to see who was in the room, and her gaze stopped on me.
I blinked. “Christy?” Miss Dorothy’s niece was standing in the sheriff’s office holding a gun. She must have lost her ever-loving mind.
“Rose?” Christy lowered the gun to her side, out of sight of the receptionist, who got up from her desk and walked to the back, leaving the front window abandoned.
I pointed to the gun. “What are you doing here?”
She shrugged, starting to cry. “I just need someone to listen to me.” She looked like crap. Her hair was stringy, and her face was dripping with sweat.
“Waving a gun around the sheriff’s office doesn’t seem like the best way to go about it.”
“I wanted to get the sheriff’s attention.”
I decided it wasn’t a good idea to point out that I was the only person who had noticed. The little drummer boy was still beating on his leg, his eyes closed as he played through what looked to be a wicked drum solo.
“I heard about Jonah Pruitt getting your aunt’s house.”
She moved toward me, the gun still lowered. “It ain’t right. It just ain’t right.”
“No, it’s not.”
Her face hardened. “Hey. You work for the rat bastard.”
My heart nearly leapt from my chest. “No.” I shook my head. “I don’t really work for him. I’m more contract labor.”
Her face lit up. “Oh, I think it’s more than that. In fact, when I visited the church last week, you two looked downright friendly.” She lifted the gun again and pointed it at me. “I bet you know all about it. You’re coming with me. We’re going to go talk to Reverend Pruitt together.”
“I’m not sure that me talking to Jonah is going to help.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “Jonah, huh? That’s a little personal, isn’t it?”
“I think this might be a great idea.” She moved next to me, pointing the gun into my side. “Let’s go.” Her eyes were wild, and her pupils were dilated. Christy was high on something.
I looked desperately at the window, but the receptionist hadn’t returned yet. The man with the beats was working up to a crescendo. I considered shouting or screaming, but Christy seemed agitated and strung out enough to actually shoot me.
Sighing, I headed to the door with her. How did I get myself into these situations? “I came here with the assistant DA,” I said. “He’s not going to be happy when he notices I’m gone.”
While I thought that might help her change her mind, it seemed to have the opposite effect. The gun jammed into my ribs, and I cried out in pain and fright.
“The DA brought you here, himself, huh? Is he about to file charges against you for stealing what’s mine?”
“No, he’s protecting me.”
She laughed. “He’s doin’ a shitty job of it, ain’t he?”
I grimaced. “It’s obviously not turning out as I had hoped.”
About Denise Grover Swank:
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Denise Grover Swank was born in Kansas City, Missouri and lived in the area until she was nineteen. Then she became a nomadic gypsy, living in five cities, four states and ten houses over the course of ten years before she moved back to her roots. She speaks English and smattering of Spanish and Chinese which she learned through an intensive Nick Jr. immersion period. Her hobbies include witty Facebook comments (in own her mind) and dancing in her kitchen with her children. (Quite badly if you believe her offspring.) Hidden talents include the gift of justification and the ability to drink massive amounts of caffeine and still fall asleep within two minutes. Her lack of the sense of smell allows her to perform many unspeakable tasks. She has six children and hasn’t lost her sanity. Or so she leads you to believe.
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