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Small Town Monsters

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Chapter 16

Clay was standing in the foyer of the police station with a pretty brunette when Kurt returned from his breakfast with Hugh at Abigail’s. Clay had worked his charms on the girl. He had tried his boyish smile. He had tried his contagious laugh. He had tried puffing out his chest—he could, after all, bench-press 350 pounds. He had even found an excuse to flex his triceps while pointing out a display of historical photographs of DePalma Beach that hung on the foyer wall.

But the woman who had come to the police station that morning wasn’t like the girls of DePalma Beach; she didn’t nibble at any of Clay’s abundantly chummed bait. She wore little makeup, just enough to accentuate the parts of her face that were already lovely. In spite of Clay’s attempts to get her attention, she remained stern—all business.

Kurt walked into the station, a togo cup of coffee steaming in one hand, a newspaper in the other.

“You have a visitor,” Clay said with a wink.

The striking woman picked up her leather laptop case and extended a slender hand. “Sofia Warnick.”

Kurt shook her hand. Her skin felt rough, not the rose-petal gloss Kurt expected. “Kurt McCammus, can I help you?”

“Apparently you’re the only one who can help her.” Clay

Concerning:

Clay Hickman

Kurt McCammus

Sofia Warnick