WMC - First to Die

Chapter 58

"NO WONDER the bride didn't wear white," Raleigh frowned and said as I told him about my interview with Merrill Shortley. McBride had set us up for di

Chapter 59

AFTER DINNER, Chris and I walked down by the tree lined lakefront toward our hotel. A cool, misty breeze lapped at my face. We didn't say much. That same nervous apprehension was tingling on the surface of my skin. Occasionally, our arms brushed. He had his jacket off, and there was a solid outline to his shoulders and arms. Not that I was noticing superficial things like that. "It's still early," he said. "Five-thirty, our time," I replied. "I could still catch Roth. Maybe I should bring him up to date." Raleigh gri