Identity Crisis -- Chapter 28
Sam McRae Mystery #1
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
The hot afternoon sun had turned the sky to a gray haze stew. In a nearby park, trees undulated and bowed restlessly in the fitful breeze, the silky shoosh of their leaves sounding like distant applause from an outdoor amphitheater. As I waited at a red light, I could almost smell the rain on the verge of dropping from the clouds.
Who…
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