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A Pilgrimage to Death
Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo -- Are you a book bloggers? -- EXCERPT: Sam brought his chair down with a soft thump as it hit the patio paver but he didn’t say anything for another long moment. “Anna Carmen was my best friend. She helped me through a hard time—she helped me see what I couldn’t then.” Cici’s lip trembled as she lifted her teacup. “I miss her, too. So much. Yesterday . . . it all came bubbling back up.” Sam’s hand settled on Cici’s shoulder in that gesture of comfort she’d come to depend on. “I know you do. And, yeah, I figured it would.” Jaycee sidled up to their table and settled Sam’s large glass of iced tea on the table. Condensation formed on the glass, dripping down to wet the white napkin beneath it. “I thought of something,” the girl said. Both Cici and Sam turned their faces up to the teenager. “Mr. Johnson told me one time he was meeting someone about a case.” Her brow wrinkled for a moment before she shrugged. “Does that help?” Sam tugged at his short ponytail. “Maybe. Thanks, Jaycee.” “Sure.” The girl skittered off to greet some new patrons. “You think you know what the case is, don’t you?” Cici asked, pouring more tea into her cup.
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