Save the Last Dance
Present Day
One thing about starting the day with a burglary—the rest of the day just had to be better.
Dr. Kate Mathers wearily leaned over her desk to close down the computer for the night, turned to grab her purse from a file cabinet drawer and surveyed her office.
This morning it had been in shambles—window glass shattered and scattered across the carpet, papers strewn, her late grandmother's stained glass lamp lying in rainbow shards on her desk. A small figurine of a golden retriever, broken.
Even now, the overhead lights picked out the tiny glittering fragments she'd missed. Precious fragments that brought back such memories…
At least the intruders hadn't bothered the animals in the back rooms, thank God. The veterinary hospital's patients and the boarders were all in roomy cages or pens, and would have been defenseless.
A random act?
Maybe.
The sheriff had certainly supported that theory, though perhaps he had a vested interest in trying to make her believe it.
She fervently hoped he was right, because the alternative was far more frightening. If he was wrong, the threats were escalating. And one day, it wouldn't be ju ... read full excerpt from: Save the Last Dance ebook
