Shallow Grave
Chapter One
My ass was asleep.
My thighs were as hard and cold as Popsicles.
My nose and Rudolph's? Too close a resemblance for my taste.
And I was so damn hungry I could gnaw off my own arm.
Oh, yeah. The glamorous world of private investigators.
I bounced my feet on the floorboards. A hundred hot needles jabbed my flesh,
but didn't drive the numbness from my butt.
"You need a bathroom break?" Kevin asked snidely, without moving the
binoculars trained on the ramshackle farmhouse.
"No." My breath puffed out in a little white cloud. Reminded me I hadn't had a
cigarette in hours either. "This sucks. These seats suck."
"Quit complaining."
"Can we at least shut the damn window?"
"Your whining will fog it up in about two seconds."
"Jerk."
"Wuss."
He sighed and rolled it up anyway.
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