Chapter Twenty

Identity Crisis (Sam McRae Mystery #1)

By about four thirty, we were done. Outside, the air felt warm and liquid, the heat of the previous day lingering. For exercise, we bypassed the shortcut and walked the dirt shoulder of Route 1 to the lot next door.

The only sound in the predawn stillness was a robin, sending out its two-note singsong from a stand of trees in the cemetery across the stre…