Deputy U.S. Marshal Michael Fraser, on the other hand, is the reason I’m running – okay hiding – for my life right now. How I became tangled up with Mike in all of this I’m not quite sure, I’m still trying to suss out that one.
To my current dilemma, I’m hiding from some really Scary Dudes. I figure that if I can stay hidden here until seven thirty when Jim Johnson arrives to open up the funeral home, I might stand a chance. Continue reading…
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