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In the early morning she crept from bed, seeing it was five. Sharon usually got into work at six and she was an hour behind. Downstairs she crept in the robe she'd found in Sebastian's bathroom, sleeves rolled up.
She found her purse ad pulled the card out, sitting at his desk. She dialed Sharon's cell phone and got a message the number was no longer in service. Her nerves rankled she turned the card over to the embossed printing and dialed her direct line at work.
"Millner."
"I'm looking for Sharon, er, Detective Thompson." Silence ruled the line for a along moment. "Hello?"
"Are you a friend or colleague?"
"Friend."
More silence, then a heavy sigh. "I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but Detective Thompson was killed in a robbery two days ago."
Claire slammed the phone down, horrified. It was no robbery; if the killer knew her it would be a short trail to her cop friend. Sharon was dead, and it was all her fault. This could only mean one thing.
Claire was next.
- COMMENTS
kiwiplumover 11 years agoso pleased you're such a prolific writer, I've enjoyed all your stories alot but must have missed this one so now my afternoon has disappeared! Looking forward to seeing how the suspense works out, and of course for some more hot sex:)
