Halfway to the Grave
A Night Huntress Novel
Chapter One
I stiffened at the red and blue lights flashing behind me, because there was no way I could explain what was in the back of my truck. I pulled over, holding my breath as the sheriff came to my window.
"Hi. Something wrong?" My tone was all innocence while I prayed there was nothing unusual about my eyes. Control yourself. You know what happens when you get upset.
"Yeah, you've got a busted taillight. License and registration, please."
Crap. That must have happened when I was loading up the truck bed. Speed had been of the essence then, not daintiness.
I handed him my real license, not the fake one. He shone his flashlight back and forth between the identification and my face.
"Catherine Crawfield. You're Justina Crawfield's girl, aren't you? From the Crawfield Cherry Orchard?"
"Yes, sir." Politely and blandly, as if I didn't have a care in the world.
"Well, Catherine, it's nearly four A.M. Why are you out this late?"
I could tell him th ... read full excerpt from: Halfway to the Grave ebook