Juror No. 7
Something was wrong. Lily Raines knew it as soon as the door closed behind her. It was too dark, the only light coming from the streetlamp outside her living room window. Hadn't she left the light on over her sink? She set down her purse and keys and listened.
Nothing.
The light must have burned out. She puffed her cheeks in a weary sigh and shrugged out of her jacket, the rustle of silk echoing in the silence.
Her scalp tingled with that creepy spider-on-yourskin feeling—as if someone were watching her. She'd had it ever since the trial started.
Stress. That's all it was. Goodness knew she had enough reason.
She reached for the living room light switch. "I wouldn't do that."
Lily shrieked.
A dark figure rose up in front of her.
She tried to scream but her throat seized; tried to turn and run but her legs wouldn't carry her.
Hard hands grabbed her shoulders, twisted her violently and shoved her onto the couch.
Gasping for air, Lily bounced back up and swung her fist at the dark shape. She connected with flesh.
"Ouch! Maudit!" The owner of the voice grabbed her and shoved her agai ... read full excerpt from Juror No. 7 ebook
