A little Lara and Cole this week, I think. Can't wait to get back to them. Once I'm fully electronically up and running again and not so time challenged. And then...well, who knows. Have some ideas perking. But I think it may be a dark and stormy night before I tackle another contemporary again!
So, from my WIP, working titled Cole in Her Stocking (because that amuses me for now):
The booming bass of AC-DC’s For Those About to Rock throbbed through Flight Risk. Special Agent Cole Brannigan slapped his bar rag on his shoulder and massaged his temples. The crashing heavy metal put paid to any hope he had of catching the conversation of the men seated next to the juke box, despite the bug he'd planted under the table. He tapped a fingernail against his earwig. Static. But he could taste probable cause like a double shot of espresso on his tongue.
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