The news of Anna Cody's apparent death appeared to hit McGinley hard. Cole noted that his face had paled and a thin film of sweat now shimmered at his temples.
Mickey O'Donohue leaned forward in his chair and stared at the rug beneath his feet. Eddie Sherman coughed. Neither of the men knew exactly what Sheriff Cole's ploy was, but neither wanted to say or do anything to give the game away.
McGinley sighed. His breath quavered as he did so.
Slowly and deliberately, Sheriff Cole stood up. Slowly and deliberately, his hand reached for the gun at his hip.
Neville Hunt over 1 year ago
Ooh-err! Tension mounts. Pass me my brown trousers...
Christopher about 1 year ago
Trying to catch up with the story. I've got a long row to hoe!
Neville Hunt about 1 year ago
It’s well worth the hoeing Christopher!
Drew Martyn about 1 year ago
And thanks again for sticking with it, I must be doing something right lol. Hope you enjoy :)