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THE CAR SLID SIDEWAYS on gravel, but Vi didn’t give a damn. Nothing to lose now. Eight years of working harder and smarter than everyone else. Eight years of kissing corporate butt. Hell, she’d even learned to play golf.

She sniffed, choking on her own laughter. Tears ran down her face until she could barely see the road. This was where it had started to go wrong. Where her life had careened out of control and her career hit the skids. All because her appointment with Bob Johnson had flipped an emotional switch and she was afraid, somehow, some way, she’d slipped into an alternate reality. Afraid she’d escaped from one crazy, old man, only to be killed by another.

The Mustang’s tires spit gravel as she jammed on the brake, parking in the Smith’s circular drive—right behind the sheriff’s patrol car.