“Dead on arrival. Gabby had caught a glimpse of Howard as EMS loaded him into the ambulance, still performing CPR. No response, and he’d been down for a long time. She knew it—he was dead. Murdered. Gabby’s heart ached like it hadn’t since…well, in a long time. She gathered her purse and stormed into the bright parking lot, climbed into her SUV and steered toward the hospital. Sending up a silent prayer for Robert, she ignored the tranquil beauty of her town. Instead, questions of who would want... to hurt Howard and Robert plagued her. Lifting her cell phone, she punched in the speed-dial number for her best friend Imogene. “Hello.” Imogene’s calm tone steadied Gabby’s thrumming heart immediately. “Oh, Immy, Howard was shot at the station this morning. Robert’s unconscious. They were taken away by ambulance. I’m on my way to the hospital now.” She struggled to keep the tears at bay. “Great day in the morning! A shooting? I’ll call Dr. Wright and tell him I’ll be a little late.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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