Because your mother raised you Baptist, buy into your pastor’s definition of fate. Believe in the existence of a soul mate and search for…
(continued from “Beloved” and “Bury Their Own”)
Angie’s cat gave Jayden that I-know-what-you’re-about-to-do look as he sat on the curb and spun his cell phone back and forth in his hands.
“Sorrysorrysorry,” Scott said, hustling up the hill.
It was all too familiar. After awhile, all crime scenes started to feel the same. Especially the smell. The tinny smell of…