Chapter Thirty
Sam McRae Mystery #1
Rhonda leaned into the trunk, so intent on packing, she didn’t notice me.
“Going somewhere?” I said.
She jerked upright and whirled around. “God, you scared me,” she said, a little squeak creeping into her gravelly voice. “What are you doing here?”
“Looks like you’re moving.”
“Yeah.”
“Why did you lie about Bruce and Tom? Or should I say, Bruce and Greg?”
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