A Howl for a Highlander
“The house looked dark and dead. Had Carlotta already murdered Sal?
Or maybe he was sleeping, although it seemed a little early for that.
She didn’t slow her pace, knowing the wolves behind her would soon catch up once they figured out where she was headed. She leapt over the fancy wrought-iron fence surrounding the swimming pool. Spying a doggy door in the bottom panel of the back door, she assumed then Sal must run as a wolf some nights. She dove through it.
That’s when she heard the two angry male voices in another part of the house.
“You son of a bitch, Kenneth. All this time you’ve been working for my wife? Who the hell pays your salary?” Sal growled.
So Kenneth had been the traitor all along. Shelley figured that both were paying the man, only Carlotta was paying more.
A soft light was glowing in another part of the house—the light-blocking curtains on the front windows blocked out the light from within.
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