“What I can’t stand is knowing she’s out right now playing around.” The tall, heavy-set man stared at me, his eyes burning a hole in my bullet-proof vest. “Trail her every minute, Morgan. Every minute. Don’t let her out of your sight!” It was the easiest assignment in years. I’m Morgan - and I’m one of the guys she played with. The trouble came later - when I found out that her game was MURDER - and I was picked for the fall guy!
©1958 Gil Brewer, Registration Renewed in 1986 (P)2012 Audible, Inc.