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Last week our heroine, Rhys, was shot at point blank range. Today we meet Nick. Newly back in town, he’s sitting in his old haunt doing something he rarely did before: drinking. The bartender just asked if Nick had Rhys on his mind. Following is his response.

“The one and only.” Rhys Clark. Just the woman Nick was there to forget. Bart had the memory of an elephant, but if Nick had kept his mouth shut about the shooting eight months ago, Bart wouldn’t have anything to remember. The whole incident had been swept under the proverbial rug—the media had been none the wiser, and evidentiary points of collateral damage numbered two: Rhys’s career, and the patch of cemetery grass blanketing an innocent witness.

Nick had wasted a whole lot of time failing to get over either one.


*warning: this WIP has not yet met the brutal hand of my editor.*

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