Buried Secrets
“Move and you’re dead.” Maggie Somers lifted the.22 higher, trying desperately to keep her hands from shaking. “I have a gun pointed at you.”
The large man straightened, his back to her, rigid. “I had nothing to do with this.” A piece of paper in his hand fluttered to the floor.
As her gaze swept the living room of her grandfather’s ranch house, alarm snaked down her spine. Everything’s destroyed. Tears stung her eyes, but she quickly blinked them back. There was no way this man was going to see any kind of weakness.
The intruder started to turn toward her. “Don’t move an inch.” Her anger pushed aside her fear as she gripped the rifle tighter and placed her finger on the trigger.
“May I turn around and explain why I’m here?” A steel thread weaved through his words, striking against her raw nerves. “Save your breath for the sheriff.”
“Look, lady, this is ridiculous.” Exasperation now edged his deep, husky voice.
Maggie stepped over the broken pieces of the Indian pottery that had sat on a table near the door, and moved farther into the r ... read full excerpt from Buried Secrets ebook
