Killer Spirit (Stella Knox FBI Mystery Series Book 4) by Mary Stone

Author:Mary Stone [Stone, Mary]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-08-30T16:00:00+00:00

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Coach Burbank’s list sat on the bed next to me. The sheets were kinda crumpled after I’d stuffed the papers under my mattress, but there it was, one long list of girls’ names.

All those little brats so keen to jump and cheer and just be adored? It caused the fire in my belly to grow hotter.

You’re only there because I had to give up my spot. You stole my life. I was better than all of you! You keep stealing my life!

I reached for my phone and opened Insta. One by one, I searched the names on the list. There was Kathy Davies, all retainer smile and pinchable cheeks. Camila Morales, hair in bunches, hands on hips. Miranda Pelham beaming at the camera, pointing at the sky.

Putting on a little weight there around the middle. Better lay off those cheeseburgers. Otherwise, they’ll be laying you off the team.

I could probably discard Miranda. Life would take care of her soon enough.

Not one of those girls was anything special. They were all going to end up packing shelves in a grocery store or marrying some dense forklift driver and spend their lives pushing out kids and worrying about the mortgage. None of them were going to make it out of their small Tennessee towns.

They, like me, were stuck now. No futures.

No. Kathy, Camila, and Miranda weren’t worth my time or bullets. I needn’t worry about them. I moved on.

After twenty more minutes of cyberstalking a bunch of nobodies, I got bored and flipped to the last page.

Ava Williamson of the Harnsey Hornets.

She was pretty with that long, red hair, so thick and wavy. Brown eyes. I thought they’d be green with hair like that, but no. Deep brown and wide as an anime character. Made the whites pop. Or maybe that was just the filter.

I flicked through her pictures. There weren’t too many selfies. Fewer than most of the other girls. She liked nature, I could see that. There were some roses and some beach flowers. Florida, the post said.

Everyone loves Florida. Just sucks them all right in. Free tans and cocktails.

Not that I could ever walk on a beach again.

The reminder stoked the fire burning deep in my belly. What else could Ava do that I now couldn’t?

Cheer. Jump. Run. Swim.

So many, many things.

Ava liked animals, it seemed. There was a goat and a horse. And lots of pictures of dogs and cats. Little Miss Perfect even volunteered at an animal shelter. In one picture, she was hugging a puppy and scratching a cat’s head, that sweet smile spreading right across her cheeks.

She wasn’t even posing. No, she really was happy.

Her Insta smile was much different than the one she’d given me when I’d gone to the gym one last time to watch last season’s championship game. That one had been full of sugary sympathy. Not like she meant it, though. She hadn’t sent me so much as a feel better text after the accident. She cared more about puppies than she did about me, a fellow human being.

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