Cold Case at Camden Crossing. Rita Herron
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Название: Cold Case at Camden Crossing
Автор: Rita Herron
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Зарубежные детективы
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Tawny-Lynn leaned into Chaz, her body trembling. Ever since that awful accident, she’d felt alone.
She’d learned to deal with it and to stand on her own, but for just a moment, she allowed herself the comfort of Chaz’s arms.
Tension slowly seeped from her tightly wound muscles. She felt the warmth of his arms encircling her, the soft rise and fall of his chest against her cheek, the whisper of his breath against her ear.
But the safety felt too wonderful for her to fantasize that it would last.
Finally she raised her gaze to his. His eyes darkened with concern and other emotions that made her want to reach up and touch his cheek.
Kiss his lips.
Cold Case
at Camden Crossing
Rita Herron
Award-winning author RITA HERRON wrote her first book when she was twelve, but didn’t think real people grew up to be writers. Now she writes so she doesn’t have to get a real job. A former kindergarten teacher and workshop leader, she traded storytelling to kids for writing romance, and now she writes romantic comedies and romantic suspense. She lives in Georgia with her own romance hero and three kids. She loves to hear from readers, so please write her at PO Box 921225, Norcross, GA 30092-1225, USA, or visit her website, www.ritaherron.com.
To Dana for her support and help on this book!
Contents
Prologue
Sixteen-year-old Tawny-Lynn Boulder gripped the edge of the seat as something slammed into the back of the bus and sent it careening to the right, skimming the guardrail.
Tires squealed, the driver lost control and sparks spewed from the sides as they swerved back and forth. Screams from the other girls on the softball team echoed around her. Glass shattered.
She glanced sideways as she struggled to keep from pitching into the aisle. The ravine loomed only a few feet away.
Her body bounced against the seat as the bus rolled. Her sister, Peyton, cried out as her head hit the roof of the bus. Someone’s shoe sailed over the seat. A gym bag clumped down the aisle.
Peyton’s best friend, Ruth, clawed at her with bloody hands.
Then the bus was sliding, skidding, skating toward the edge of the ravine. Metal screeched and gears ground as they broke through the railing. For a terrifying second, the bus was suspended, teetering on the edge of the cliff.
More screams and blood flying. Then the vehicle crashed over the edge of the embankment, plunging downward into the ravine below.
“Peyton!” Tawny-Lynn cried.
The force threw Peyton over the seat. More glass rained inside as the bus slammed into a boulder.
Her head hit something, her shoulder ramming into the opposite side of the bus. For a moment, she lost consciousness.
Seconds or maybe minutes later, she stirred, her body aching, her leg twisted beneath a gnarled metal seat edge. She searched for Peyton, terrified she was dead.
They’d had a fight earlier. Stupid sister stuff.
She wanted to make up.
Suddenly smoke began to fill the bus. She struggled to free her leg, but she was trapped.
Someone was crying in the back. But the other screams had subsided.
She managed to raise herself and look into the aisle.
God, no... One of the girls wasn’t moving.
And Peyton and Ruth, where were they?
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