Here’s the 6 Sentence Sunday snip for today:
I realized I had been staring at his mouth long enough that it had quirked up at one corner. It formed words.
“How did you know Evie Rockfort?” His voice was even, but the hint of amusement lay underneath.
Hey, I am reasonably presentable and I wasn’t handcuffed to a desk and I stared at him like he was a hot butterscotch sundae. Even the dimmest of men appreciate that kind of unsubtle reaction, and Detective Jonah Munro wasn’t dim.
I said baldly, “I didn’t–I mean know her… living—I’m a psychic.”