Friday, October 27, 2017

Book of the Week: ANNE, Quarry Hall #2

Excerpt:

"What're you --"
"Just let me give you my card. It has a number you can call for help. That's what we do. We help people. Even dumb ones." She grinned wider, and pulled out her wallet. The keys came with it, falling to the ground with a jangle-splash sound.
"How about you give me all your money and I let you keep the truck and we call it quits?" he said, his voice shaking a little. The gun lowered a tiny bit more. Still not low enough to suit Anne. She had a mental image of the gun going off, the bullet bouncing off the pavement and hitting her somewhere totally embarrassing.
The grocery store door squeaked open, distracting them both. He turned a little, raising his gun. Argus growled.
"Argus --"
"Hey, what's going on over there?" a man shouted. He stepped out into the parking lot lights, revealing himself as tall, balding, dressed in dark slacks, white shirt, and the long red apron the store workers wore.
"Don't tell them anything!" the gunman demanded, his hand shaking now. He took a step backwards and pointed the gun at Anne.
Argus leaped, aiming for the gunman's chest, to knock him to the ground as trained.
"No! Down!" she screamed.

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