The Gravetender’s List

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He looked out the plate glass window to see the piercing blue eyes of that reporter fixed on him. “Go ahead and send her back.” Might as well get it over with. He was used to getting grilled anyway.

The townspeople had started barbecuing his ass at every opportunity. Couldn’t blame them.

The door pushed back, almost slamming into the wall, and the pretty reporter stalked toward him.

She stuck out her hand for a shake, almost as if she planned to use it for some sort of Jiu-jitsu move on him.

A little thing, as if she used those heels to add some heft to her size.

“I apologize.”

The first words out of her mouth were exactly what he wanted to hear.

“I’m overly excited right now about what’s going on with these murders,” she said. “My grandma lives in town and I’m really worried about her.”

He nodded. “People are overly excited everywhere right now. Can’t blame them. Can’t blame you.”

He grasped her hand and shook it, noticing how she looked even better up close. Porcelain skin and dark, almost black, hair set off those sapphire blue eyes.

She smiled ever so slightly, a charming, newswoman’s smile, used to shaking the hand of public officials, using her charm to get as much information as possible.

“Are you here as a reporter, or a granddaughter?” He could also cut to the chase.

Her eyes widened. “Both.”

“Fair enough.” He let go of her hand and waved toward a seat on the other side of his desk, but she just pivoted and began to pace.

“Sorry. I haven’t been able to sit down since I heard about the third murder.”

He sat down. He needed to since he’d been run ragged from the moment he’d been called in to take over for the police chief, the second victim.

Andie Carter wheeled around on those heels that could be used as a weapon if the killer unexpectedly attacked her.

A blast of anger shot through him at the thought of her lying dead as he’d seen photos of the two female victims.

Andie Carter’s black hair should be spread across a pillow, not the pavement in a dirty alley. He wouldn’t see those blue eyes of hers staring lifelessly toward the sky.

Damn. He’d never get over death. Not the death from illness or old age, which most people saw coming.

But, death brought on way too soon and quick. At the hands of cruel bastards who didn’t value life’s preciousness. Or by careless people causing stupid accidents while driving too fast or drunk.

Or texting and driving. A new one to add to the list of stupid ways to die. Smiley face one moment, dead the next.

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