Lethal Little Lies (Jubilant Falls Series Book 3) by Debra Gaskill Read Free Book Online Page B

through my purse till I found it and touched the screen to answer. “Hello?”
                  “Penny?” It was Gary McGinnis, one of the few people in Jubilant Falls who knew me well enough to call me by my birth name.
                  “What’s up Gary? You find Kay Henning?”
                  He was quiet for a moment.
                  “No. It’s Virginia Ferguson. She’s been shot.”
                  “What?”
                  “And before she went into surgery she said Rick Starrett was the one who pulled the trigger.”
                  “Shit.” I looked over at Fisher, who was staring intently at me over his coffee mug. “He came into my office today. Said he was going to get back at her somehow for the ugly campaign.”
                  Gary grunted. “Why does that not surprise me?”
                  “Is he in custody?”
                  “No. He’s not at his apartment in Columbus, he’s not at his ex-wife’s house—nobody knows where he went. He’s disappeared. Can you meet me at the PD and give me the details of your conversation today? It’s not looking good for our soon-to-be ex-golden boy.”
                  “Sure. See you in about half an hour.” I touched the phone screen again and disconnected. “I’m sorry, guys. I gotta go—big story.”
                  “That’s OK.” Fisher stood and placed his coffee cup on the kitchen counter. “Before I go, I want you to look at something.” He pulled a piece of paper from his pocket. “This is my offer. I know it’s more than you make now. Think about it and get back to me.”
                  He shook my hand, then Duncan’s and left.
                  I opened the folded piece of paper and gasped. I handed it to Duncan. He looked at the paper and then at me. I could see in his face that Fisher’s offer would solve a lot of our financial problems: Isabella’s college tuition could be paid without loans. We could replace our rickety milking equipment, buy a new tractor or even a new truck, not to mention put money in the savings account.
                  “What are you going to do?” he asked softly.
                  “I don’t know. I’ve got a politician who took a bullet, the one who could have done it is missing and no one to cover the story. Right now, I gotta go.”

 
    Chapter 6 Kay
     
                   Oh God, I hurt. God, I hurt.
                  Cold wind hit my face as the sirens stopped and the doors of the ambulance opened. Warm blood crept across my right side, pain shooting through me as the wheels of the gurney hit the pavement. Though I was lying still, I felt like I was flying. There was the sound of sliding doors opening, more wheels turning.
                  Voices gave sharp commands—
                  “White female, gunshot wound, right quadrant. Facial injuries consistent with assault.”
                  Someone—a man—leaned over me.
                  “You’re at the hospital now. We’re going to take good care of you.”
                  Other people, men and women, gathered around me.
                  “OK, one, two, three—” I felt myself lifted and placed on something, a bed. There were bright lights. God, I hurt. Somebody please—tell Marcus where I am.
                  “Mrs. Henning, can you hear me? Mrs. Henning?” Somebody squeezed my hand.
                  I must have said something. The voice kept talking.
    “You’re going to be OK. You’re not going to die, but we need to get you into surgery. Hang in there for me, OK?”
                  I felt a needle slide into my arm and then peace.

 
    Chapter 7 Marcus
     
                  My fictional hero, ace