Category: Annie DeMoranville

Run Aground Chapter One, Part 2

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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Chapter Two Part One:

Running out of money weeks after my life came crashing down around me and unable to convince Peter, my Soon-To-Be Ex, to sign our divorce papers – a divorce he had asked for I might add – I took the only job I could find in a bad economy with a Master’s in art history and museum studies. I became the marketing director for Butterfield Funeral Homes. Making it clear to my lascivious boss that as soon as my divorce was final, I’d be leaving. Heading as far away from the Midwest as humanly possible and getting a job in the biggest museum I could find, preferably within driving distance of an ocean. It was win-win. They needed someone cheap and temporary, I needed the money.

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