excerpt 2 – when georgia fell

Here's another excerpt - first draft again - from When Georgia Fell. For your enjoyment (she said hopefully).   “Bridget O’Shea.” The woman in the gray dress and platinum pumps leaned languorously among the spools and scissors, left hip skimming forward. Bridger knew the woman from somewhere, but couldn’t quite place it. And she sensed… Continue reading excerpt 2 – when georgia fell