Broken Lullaby
Four days, eight hours, twenty-two minutes.That's how long it had been since Mitch Williams pulled the trigger and killed a man.
Two days, five hours, twelve minutes.
That's how long Mitch had been holed up in the isolated cabin he'd purchased on a whim almost six months ago. Thanks to the locale, he hadn't had any visitors.
He didn't want any visitors.
But he had one now.
The whrrr of an engine and the crunch of tires had left the road and headed up Mitch's drive. He did what he always did when he heard an unexpected noise. He checked to make sure his gun was nearby. Then, he got mad at himself.
He couldn't remember the last time he hadn't treated his gun the way he treated his wallet and watch—as items to always have either on his person or nearby. His watch was on his wrist. His wallet was on the nightstand by the bed. His gun? His gun was in Phoenix, ... read full excerpt from Broken Lullaby ebook
