So About the Money by Perkins Cathy

Author:Perkins, Cathy [Perkins, Cathy]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Red Mountain Publishing
Published: 2015-11-10T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-five

Thursday morning

Heart thumping, Holly staggered from her bedroom in the gray predawn light. She brushed away the remnants of a nightmare. Masked gunmen and Marcy’s bloated corpse had stalked her dreams. Still half-asleep, she stumbled into the living room and tripped. Pain jolted from her shin to her brain. “Dammit!”

Wide-awake now, she rubbed her sore leg and glared at the offending paint can. JC was screwing up her life again. If the damn man hadn’t tied up her entire Sunday, she would’ve finished painting the living room. Then the can wouldn’t have been where she’d trip over it.

Okay, she’d burned off a little anger slapping paint on the walls last night, but the argument with Alex was at least partly JC’s fault.

She shuffled into the kitchen, limping on her bruised leg.

Yeah, yeah, she should’ve moved the stupid can.

She offered a mumbled thanks to the person who had invented automatic timers, then poured a mug of coffee and inhaled the rich aroma. Caffeine. Nectar of the gods.

The view from the east-facing windows caught her attention. Rosy streamers flung reds and golds onto clouds like something from a Peter Maxx psychedelic painting. The colors chased across the sky and reflected off the rivers. “Wow.”

Abruptly, the sun cleared the mountains on the horizon and scalded her eyeballs with unfiltered rays. When she blinked, the sky had transformed and shone a cerulean blue in a vast overhead bowl.

She loved this house.

From her counter stool, Holly savored both the view and the first rush of caffeine. The Yakima River curled below her hillside home, lazily rolled through the Chamna Nature Preserve, before looping back to join the Columbia River.

A line of geese glided across Bateman’s Island, headed for the offshore sanctuary. She shuddered as the birds evoked memories of Alex’s hunting. Inevitably, her thoughts turned to Marcy’s murder.

She sipped more coffee. She didn’t want to get all morbid and weepy about being alive when Marcy wasn’t. The whole thing was just so…weird.

She danced away from the next thought. Why wasn’t she more upset?

Marcy wasn’t a close friend—she hadn’t touched her life in a deep way—but she knew the woman.

Still uncertain what state her emotions should be in, Holly showered and dressed for work. Her grandfather had died from old age and smoking. But Marcy…?

Everybody said she was sweet and pretty and good.

Nobody was all sweetness and light. Everybody's life contained some gray areas.

Holly had the uncomfortable feeling the question everybody should be asking wasn’t who killed Marcy, but why?

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.