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Stupid soccer game

Holding her breath, she heaved the dripping bag toward the gap It plunked against the lid, bounced back and slob of lukewarm mystery sliust Grossed out, she grimaced as she wiped it away

Great What a perfect way to end a busy Saturday night

She couldn’t wait to get home, rip off her dirty dress with its itchy label and kick her stained stilettos to the back of the closet She hated those shoes, but pride shoehorned her into the her about being one of the wee people As a result, she ht difference however she could

Changing into a tank top and yoga pants skyrocketed to the top of her to-do list She’d grab a beer and head out to the deck to snuggle with her dog, Onion Sure, she’d prefer cuddling with Mr Tall, Dark and Aly Talented Between the Sheets, but he’d yet to appear naked in her bed She’d thought she’d found hi jerk had turned out to be

Claire shoved the lid all the way open and hefted the bag into the Dumpster The tension in her shoulders evaporated Another Saturday night of work finished Noas time to relax

As she reached around to close the lid, a golden glint sparkled in the s Curiosity piqued, she stretched herself as tall as her five-foot, two-inch frao, and leaned in for a closer look

The scene registered like a grisly slideshow A gold bracelet circled a thin, feminine wrist The woman’s hand, with short nails painted black, stuck out froth of the Dumpster and covered what looked like a body

Claire yelped Loud and high-pitched, her scream shattered the silence on Dry Creek’s Main Street Her stomach clenched and she whipped her head away froulped in a deep breath of warm summer air

Forcing herself to look again, she prayed the diht and late hour had messed with her mind With a jittery hand, she reached for the tarp corner buried underneath a pile of garbage bags It crinkled as she pulled it froed on the bracelet

First, the rest of her arm appeared

Then, tangled bleach-blonde hair

Finally, a young wo eyes stared back at her

Claire scrambled away from the Dumpster

Hank She had to call Hank He’d knohat to do

But what if the ht at this moment Her skin crawled and panic bubbled up inside her

Crouching like a cornered ani lot for

so in the shadows A few crushed bushes with broken branches surrounded the lot Dark liquid formed a small pool near the Du lot, pushed by the warm breeze

Her jagged breathing echoed in her ears as her heart beat wildly She was alone in the parking lot and danger seemed to hide behind every bush It wasn’t safe to call from here, she needed to seek shelter

She’d be safe inside the restaurant Once inside, she’d call Hank, snag a cast-iron skillet from the kitchen and play home-run derby on the killer’s melon Yeah, she could do that