Cover image from Free Stock Photos: Railroad Track On A Fall Day by Curtis Dean Wilson
“What can I do for you, Detective?” He had a smarmy, Southern drawl. Louisiana, she remembered from her research. His voice was higher than his bulk would indicate, and grated on her nerves.
“I’m looking into the murder of Wendy Hamilton. I believe she was women’s golf team captain for two years?”
“Two and a half. The other captain got sick mid-season and had to drop out. Wendy stepped up. She was good, best team captain I ever had.”
Was it her own interpretation of his relationship with Wendy, which shaded those words to sound like more? Perhaps, but the lascivious expression was on his face as he gazed at her. She didn’t miss the evidence of his lust in his pants.
“We can go in my office,” he suggested, holding out an inviting…
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