High School Reunion
FBI Special Agent Laurel Gillespie rang her friend's doorbell for the third time.
"Come on, Misty," she muttered. "Answer the door."
She rested her hand on her Glock .23 and eyed the carved, wooden front door. No way could she break it down. But she remembered from childhood that the Wallers' back door was half glass—one quick whack with the butt of her gun and she could be inside.
She rubbed the back of her neck. It had been prickling ever since she'd driven into Dusty Springs. She didn't want to be here. Didn't want to run into anyone she knew from high school.
"Come on, Misty. Where are you?" Laurel knew Misty Waller as well as she knew herself. Her best friend from grade school was dependable to a fault—practically obsessive-compulsive. It wasn't in her nature not to be where she said she'd be.
Laurel had called her as soon as she'd landed in Memphis, just like they'd agreed. But Misty hadn't answered—not her home phone or her cell.
So Laurel had picked up her rental car and driven the forty-five miles south to Dusty Springs, Mississippi, in record time. She'd called several more times, but Misty had never answered.
Something was wrong. ... read full excerpt from: High School Reunion ebook
