Guardian Angel. Stalker. It’s a fine line. Read “Summer Stalk” in the crime-filled anthology, “Villainous Vacations” now available for pre-order.
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EXCERPT: Conner stares into his locker, leaning forward as far as he can without actually climbing inside.
She steps closer, squeezing his arm.
I step closer, too. Pushing off the wall, I redirect and head over to the glass display case, pretending to read the dusty trophies. A bead of sweat tickles the hollow of my spine.
“I hear your parents are out of town. Want me to come over tonight?” Cheryl’s lips flap like huge, pulpy wings. At least they do in the distorted reflection in the big brass trophy.
Oh, look. We won the Kiwanis Festival in 1992.
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