Hangman
“Maybe the woman had asked for a few days off to soak up the sun on some close-in Mexican beach. Of greater concern was Crystal Larabee. When the friends got worried, it was time to sit up and take notice.
The two-story dingbat that Crystal called home was lit with hot white spots throwing the occasional patches on the white-fade-to-gray stucco. Sela Graydon was waiting outside, dressed in a fiery red suit with an enormous black leather purse perched on her arm. She was pacing and jingling her k...eys, but stopped when she saw Marge get out of the car. Her attempt at a smile was a dismal failure.
“Hi.” Sela adjusted her purse over her shoulder and held out a hand. “Thanks for coming. It makes me feel less crazy.”
Marge shook her hand. “Your friend just passed on a few days ago. You have every right to feel concerned.”
“I’m a nervous wreck. I can’t concentrate at work. I have to read everything over twice.” She bit her thumbnail. “I’m very sad, of course. It’s so horrible.MoreLess
The two-story dingbat that Crystal called home was lit with hot white spots throwing the occasional patches on the white-fade-to-gray stucco. Sela Graydon was waiting outside, dressed in a fiery red suit with an enormous black leather purse perched on her arm. She was pacing and jingling her k...eys, but stopped when she saw Marge get out of the car. Her attempt at a smile was a dismal failure.
“Hi.” Sela adjusted her purse over her shoulder and held out a hand. “Thanks for coming. It makes me feel less crazy.”
Marge shook her hand. “Your friend just passed on a few days ago. You have every right to feel concerned.”
“I’m a nervous wreck. I can’t concentrate at work. I have to read everything over twice.” She bit her thumbnail. “I’m very sad, of course. It’s so horrible.MoreLess
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