Free Lethal Little Lies (Jubilant Falls Series Book 3) by Debra Gaskill

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                  “Hello?” It was Graham Kinnon, coming in to write his story on Kay Henning. “Addison? You still here?”
    “In here—in my office!” I hollered. “Finishing up my story on Virginia Ferguson. Come on in and fill me in on what’s going on with Kay Henning.”
                  Graham, in a white Oxford shirt, running shoes and blue jeans, leaned against the doorframe.
                  “What’s up with Virginia Ferguson?” he asked.
                  “She was shot tonight — and identified her shooter as Rick Starrett, just before she died.”
                  “Wow.”
                  “So tell me what’s going on with Kay Henning.”
                  Reading from his reporter’s notebook, Graham repeated what Gary had told me earlier.
                  I nodded as Graham finished reading.
                  “You get quotes from Marcus?” I asked. “Anyone from the family willing to talk?”
                  Graham flipped back a few pages on his notebook, “‘I’d like to thank the local police for finding my wife and the surgeons for saving her life. She’s always been the love of my life and the thought of being without her was more than I could stand.’”
                  “He’s always had it bad for that woman.”
                  “We should all be that lucky to be loved like that,” he said, closing his notebook.
                  I glanced up from my keyboard to see at his face, but it betrayed nothing.
                  “I’ll have the story done shortly,” he said, continuing to peruse his notes. “You want to take a look at it before we post it on the Web?”
              “No. You’re copy is generally clean. I’ve got to get home. It’s late and Duncan is waiting up for me. I trust you.”
                  Graham nodded. “Thanks.”
                  “Just make certain you’re back in here at seven-thirty. We’ve got a lot to cover. We obviously won’t have Marcus and people are going to be all over these stories. Make sure you shut the lights off before you go.”
                  “Yes, ma’am.”
                  I shut off my computer and headed toward the door. Duncan, no doubt, would be wondering why I was working so late for so little when Fisher Webb’s small piece of paper could bring such big change to our lives. It was a matter of whether I could make the change or not.
                  The drive home was quiet, giving me time to think. Jubilant Falls’ city streets were empty, the yellow glow from the street lamps making the slush at the curb look dirtier.
                  I’d grown up here in Jubilant, graduated from high school and, after college and a few other newspaper assignments, came back to work at the paper. I’d raised my daughter here and seen the town go through so many changes.
                  The hospital salary would change so much. I wouldn’t be driving home, as I was now, at one on a Tuesday morning. We wouldn’t struggle any more. We could do things that my friend Suzanne Porter and her husband John did—pack up and go to Disney World, take cruises to Mexico or the Bahamas.
                  Or simple things.
                  Like dinner.
                  Together.
                  Every night.
                  But could I give up the Journal-Gazette ? I wasn’t sure.
                  In a few more moments, I’d left Jubilant Falls behind, driving into the dark county roads. Soon, I was pulling up the long gravel driveway to our farm. The fields on either side of the drive had been filled with soybeans in summer. The moon shone blue across the snow that covered the