Аннотация
Elizabeth Lowell
Blue Smoke and Murder
For Evan, my rock and my joy
1
NORTHERN ARIZONAAUGUST
MIDNIGHT
Something was wrong.
Heart beating wildly, Modesty Breck sat up in bed. Listening over the pounding of her pulse, she tried to understand what had jerked her out of her sleep.
The wind blew hard, swirling around the old ranch house. She ignored the sound of rushing air. In the high, desolate reaches of Arizona’s northern strip, the wind always blew.
The noise came again.
The front window groaned as someone pushed it up in the old wooden frame. Like her, groaning at every movement of her dry, brittle body. With fingers gnarled by arthritis, she found her glasses on the bedside table and shoved them into place, grateful that her hearing was still plenty good.
She fumbled under her narrow bed for the.22-caliber snake gun that was older than she was. Its lever action jammed more often than it f...
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