Lexie Starr Cozy Mysteries Boxed Set (Books 4 to 6) by Jeanne Glidewell

Author:Jeanne Glidewell [Glidewell, Jeanne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: ePublishing Works!

I hobbled out the door and on to the front lawn with my rear end and back aching. As was a habit on cool or cold days, I pulled my key fob out to hit the remote start button on it. When I pressed down on the button, I froze in pure shock as I watched my pretty little blue convertible explode into a zillion pieces. The reverberation of the explosion threw me to the ground, and I landed hard on my already sore ass for the second time in ten minutes.

The concussion of the mighty blast jarred me so badly it took me awhile to realize I had a piece of metal from the car protruding from my thigh, just below the panty line. I had tiny shards of glass in both arms and felt blood running down my face, as well. I knew a head wound could bleed like a stuck hog, so I was more concerned with how deeply the shrapnel from the car bomb was embedded in my leg.

Quentin Duckworthy was kneeling beside me within seconds, having witnessed the explosion while watching me through the front room window. He was instantly on his cell phone speaking to a 9-1-1 operator. After giving them a brief explanation of the emergency, and his address, he pulled a handkerchief out of his back pocket and applied it to the cut on my forehead. Even in severe pain, I couldn’t help but wonder how many times he’d blown his nose on the hanky that day.

While waiting for the ambulance, fire truck, and every police department vehicle in town, to arrive, I watched my precious car burn to a crisp. The tires, lined up next to the edge of the ditch, began to burn and melt, and emit black, pungent smoke. I felt a great deal of sadness. It was like watching a good friend suffering a terrible fate. Quentin had drug me off the concrete sidewalk, across the grass, and back toward his house, in case the gas tank had not already exploded in conjunction with the bomb blast. While he was pulling me away from the street, I could feel a painful twitch in my left ankle, as if I’d sprained it when I fell to the ground.

Later, while being attended to by an EMT, I saw Stone pull up in his pickup. He jumped out quickly, not bothering to close the driver’s door, and rushed to my side. While Detective Clint Travis was getting a statement from Quentin, Stone cradled my head, holding the handkerchief Quentin had handed him tightly to my head wound. I was so sore and rattled by then, it didn’t even bother me that I might have remnants of Quentin’s boogers being spread all over my forehead.

Wyatt walked up with deep concern etched on his face, and asked Stone how I was doing. He’d contacted his friend when the call came into the station, and Quentin had mentioned me by name. Stone told him I was faring all right and what little he knew about the situation.

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