January 1, 2017 by dellanioakes
“Either he’s real limber, or his neck’s made outta spaghetti,” Jasper said quietly as they walked up.
“Guessing cause of death was a broken neck?” Teague asked facetiously.
Danielle squinted up at him from her position on the sand. “Medical Examiner hasn’t shown up yet, but it’s a fair bet. However, the gunshot wound to his abdomen would have been as effective. Slower, more painful. . . .”
“Nasty way to go,” Teague said.
© 2017 Dellani Oakes