Authors: Tressie Lockwood
She punched the connect button. “You couldn’t freakin’ call?”
“Deja.”
His tone of voice knotted her stomach all over again. “What is it? What’s wrong, Heath?”
“I’m in McAllen. We’ve had a murder. One of our people.”
She gasped and slapped a hand over her mouth. When the pain in her chest eased, she spoke again. “Who was it? Do you know who did it?”
“One of the ones who left us. I’ll explain more when I get back.”
“Okay, please be careful, baby. I—”
“He’s dead, he’s dead!”
Deja stopped speaking and glanced into her side mirror. The same woman she’d been speaking to earlier ran toward her van, and even from her distance away, anyone would be able to tell that there was blood on her dress. Deja’s stomach plummeted. The woman drew alongside Deja’s window and pounded on it as if Deja couldn’t see her standing there.
“He’s dead,” the woman shouted again. “Somebody killed him!”
“Deja,” Heath yelled over the line, “what’s going on? Who is that screaming?”
“H-Heath, you better get back here quick.” She licked her lips. “I think whoever you’re looking for is here in Siberia.”
TO BE CONTINUED…
About the Author
Tressie Lockwood
has always loved books, and she enjoys writing about heroines who are overcoming the trials of life. She writes straight from her heart, reaching out to those who find it hard to be completely themselves no matter what anyone else thinks. She hopes her readers enjoy her short stories. Visit Tressie on the web at www.tressielockwood.com.
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