Grits And Glory
"I am the administrator of Glory Community Church, gentlemen." Ann Trask sat upright in her chair and spoke with determination. She hoped the rigid posture would make her look more formidable. "It is my responsibility to remain in the building in the event of an emergency—especially when Pastor Hartman is out of town."
One of the two big men standing in front of Ann's desk grinned at her. Rafe Neilson, Glory's deputy police chief, was solidly in her corner. The other man scowled and made a disparaging gesture.
"We don't need false bravery today, Miss Trask. There's a major hurricane bearing down on our corner of North Carolina. Gilda is the proverbial 'really big one,' a mid-Sep-tember wind machine strong enough to be a killer. Her outer rain bands are flooding Glory's streets as we speak." Phil Meade's gaze locked onto Ann's face as he spoke ... read full excerpt from Grits and Glory ebook
