An Emerson Dunn Mystery (2nd book in the Emerson Dunn series)
Somewhere a saxophone was playing soft and slow. I couldn't hear it, but I knew it had to be out there somewhere. A saxophone is always playing soft and slow when a drop-dead gorgeous blonde walks into your office on a tired evening. I know----I've seen all the old movies. And just like in those movies, her eyes distracted me from the world of trouble she was about to bring my way.
She was dressed in a conservative gray business suit and had lipstick the subtel shade of a stop sign. I should have paid attention to the stop sign. Instead, I accepted the envelope she handed me. It was sealed and it had one word written on it: Emerson. That's me----Emerson Dunn----managing editor of a small-town Texas newspaper and a "whoops! here we go again" detective and misadventurer.
If I had known what was coming---the drug wars and drive-by shootings and Israeli agents (or were they?)---I would have run like a kid trying to escape dark-alley ogres. As it was, I naively walked into situations where I was way over my head---situations where God stood waiting for me. I just hoped my new crises weren't over His head too!
Somewhere a saxophone was playing soft and slow. I couldn't hear it, but I knew it had to be out there somewhere. A saxophone is always playing soft and slow when a drop-dead gorgeous blonde walks into your office on a tired evening. I know----I've seen all the old movies. And just like in those movies, her eyes distracted me from the world of trouble she was about to bring my way.
She was dressed in a conservative gray business suit and had lipstick the subtel shade of a stop sign. I should have paid attention to the stop sign. Instead, I accepted the envelope she handed me. It was sealed and it had one word written on it: Emerson. That's me----Emerson Dunn----managing editor of a small-town Texas newspaper and a "whoops! here we go again" detective and misadventurer.
If I had known what was coming---the drug wars and drive-by shootings and Israeli agents (or were they?)---I would have run like a kid trying to escape dark-alley ogres. As it was, I naively walked into situations where I was way over my head---situations where God stood waiting for me. I just hoped my new crises weren't over His head too!
