Under Cover Of Darkness
Fort Worth, Texas
"Oh no, not again!" groaned Meg St. John. She dropped her forehead onto the steering wheel of her company truck.
"Please tell me this is a heat mirage."
She was alone in the truck, but as a little girl she'd developed the habit of talking out loud to Jesus. She'd never seen any reason to abandon it. Meg lifted her head and looked again, letting the air-conditioning blast her in the face. It might be ninety degrees in the shade today, but she definitely wasn't seeing things. Or not seeing things, as the case may be.
"Lord, this is not funny," she muttered, rubbing her temple. Then she sighed. "Well, maybe it is."
Just over an hour ago she had left an eight-man crew preparing the new Fort Worth Savings and Loan site for planting. All but three of them had disappeared, leaving rakes abandoned midswipe and shovels stuck here and there like old grave markers.
Appropriate, she thought, for the direction my career just took.
Crew leader Manny Herrera stood on the front sidewalk, shoulders hunched and hands deep in his olive-drab uniform pants. His younger brother Tomás and t ... read full excerpt from Under Cover of Darkness ebook
