BREAKING STEELE (A Sarah Steele Thriller)

BREAKING STEELE (A Sarah Steele Thriller) by Ellie Aaron; Ann Patterson

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Authors: Ellie Aaron; Ann Patterson
Tags: thriller, adventure, Action
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I’m not letting you flake on me now.”
    The Ru. I’d seen that somewhere … my mind flew back to the meeting I’d had with Hannah Williams, in which she’d lied to me the whole time. She’d had a note on her desk that said RuSat 11. Would she be at The Ru on Saturday?
    “What time?” I asked.
    “11:30,” Mandy said.
    Interesting. I might be there at the same time as Hannah Williams, might have another chance to talk to her and follow up on Heather’s story. I didn’t know what that meant to me, but the familiar curiosity that usually got me in trouble started to nag at me.
    No. I couldn’t think that way. The case was behind me and I couldn’t get sucked into it. I’d go with Mandy, dance, have fun, and not give another thought to anyone with the last name of Williams.
    “I’ll meet you there,” I said.

Chapter 32
    I DIDN’T ARRIVE AT the bed and breakfast until eleven that night. The whole drive there I resisted the urge to call Joshua and check up on the case. Had the police analyzed the evidence yet? Was any of Heather’s story verifiable? Just so I wouldn’t call, I hid my phone in my purse and blasted my music as loud as it would go.
    * * *
    I RUBBED MY EYES and slid out from under the warm blankets that piled up on my king bed. Checking the clock, I yawned and stretched. It was 4:30 a.m. I’d gotten four hours of sleep, which was more than I’d had in a long time.
    The fan above me whirred, waving the stray hairs out of my eyes. Its chain clacked every few rotations. There was nothing for me to do. I just laid there and soaked up the nothingness.
    For at least ten minutes.
    That was all my body could handle before my mind strayed. I jumped out of bed, pulled on my running shorts, tank top, and shoes, and went for an hour-long run around the residential neighborhood. The view was so boring. One identical house after the other, as if they were drones lined up in a factory. That was a life I never craved. Something deeper stirred within me. I wanted more than to just settle down.
    Unless, of course, it was with the right person. But I hadn’t met that right person, and I wasn’t even close.
    Back in my room, I clicked on the TV and went to the kitchen to get my kettle boiling.
    After the kettle was on, I undressed and got into the shower. I liked it hot, almost scalding. I let the water wash over my face and closed my eyes. This was my favorite place to think, to let my mind go and open up. There was just something about the sound, and the way a shower made me feel.
    By the time I got out and drank my tea, it was almost time to leave for my shooting lesson.
    I put on a cute tank top and my skinny jeans. I sprayed myself with body spray—coconut—and freshened up my makeup.
    Grabbing my gun from the nightstand where I’d stored it, I raced down the stairs. I was getting excited. I’d always wanted to learn how to shoot but I’d never pursued the opportunity.

Chapter 33
    SAND HOLLOW WAS A sandpit where people could target practice and sight in before hunting season. It took about thirty minutes to get out there and my little Honda didn’t like the last part, which was a dirt road.
    Parking behind a nice Chevy truck, I got out and saw him. It had to be him, he matched the voice perfectly. He was standing backlit by the sun and had on dark aviators and held a handgun loosely at his side, as if it was an old friend. He was tall, and his shirt pulled tight against his ripped muscles. He looked like a gunslinger, like in the old west, someone who would strike fear in the heart of anyone who dared to stand against him. I shut my mouth. Geez, was I losing it or what? I needed to get out more. At the first sight of an attractive man I was getting warm all over.
    I walked up to him, my boots crunching the gravel. He looked up and watched me approach.
    “Hey,” I said, “I’m Sarah Steele.”
    We shook hands. I tried not to look so impressed with his muscular physique, but I couldn’t help but

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