Gail W. (G-Rated) reviewed on + 313 more book reviews
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This was an especially good one with an interesting mystery! Here's the first page:
Marielle glanced at the display to see that it was one of the youth group members calling. It was also 2:49 p.m., which was a mere four minutes after the students were dismissed for the day. "Not now, Brittany," she muttered as she rammed her foot on the brake pedal to avoid a man who was jay-walking, or rather jay-running, across the street. As soon as the man was out of her path, Marielle picked up speed to the snail's pace of the rest of the downtown traffic.
The phone stopped ringing, but only for as long as it took Brittany to redial.
"This better be important," Marielle grumbled as she turned out of traffic and into the nearest driveway--the entrance leading to an older complex with main-level parking, and a small office building above.
Carefully, she pulled in and stopped, leaving enough room that someone who needed to get into the parking area could pass her. She reached for the still-ringing phone and hit the talk button, but before she could say hello, a deafening bang sounded above her head.
Marielle dropped the phone. Instinctively, she ducked and covered her head with her arms. She waited for more--for the car to shake, for the crash of more to hit the car, for a hail of debris to fall around her.
But all was silent.
With her arms still sheltering her head, she peeked up at the ceiling of her car. The center was heavily dented. A groan of stressed metal signified a movement above, and a man's body rolled off the roof and landed limply on the hood.
On impact his eyes fluttered open. For a split second she made eye contact with the man through the wind-shield. A combination of pain, shock and confusion showed in his face. Then his eyes drifted shut.
Marielle glanced at the display to see that it was one of the youth group members calling. It was also 2:49 p.m., which was a mere four minutes after the students were dismissed for the day. "Not now, Brittany," she muttered as she rammed her foot on the brake pedal to avoid a man who was jay-walking, or rather jay-running, across the street. As soon as the man was out of her path, Marielle picked up speed to the snail's pace of the rest of the downtown traffic.
The phone stopped ringing, but only for as long as it took Brittany to redial.
"This better be important," Marielle grumbled as she turned out of traffic and into the nearest driveway--the entrance leading to an older complex with main-level parking, and a small office building above.
Carefully, she pulled in and stopped, leaving enough room that someone who needed to get into the parking area could pass her. She reached for the still-ringing phone and hit the talk button, but before she could say hello, a deafening bang sounded above her head.
Marielle dropped the phone. Instinctively, she ducked and covered her head with her arms. She waited for more--for the car to shake, for the crash of more to hit the car, for a hail of debris to fall around her.
But all was silent.
With her arms still sheltering her head, she peeked up at the ceiling of her car. The center was heavily dented. A groan of stressed metal signified a movement above, and a man's body rolled off the roof and landed limply on the hood.
On impact his eyes fluttered open. For a split second she made eye contact with the man through the wind-shield. A combination of pain, shock and confusion showed in his face. Then his eyes drifted shut.
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