ADD A FORMER BODYGUARD WITH A LOAD OF GUILT OVER THE DEATH OF HIS WIFE...
Mitch walked rapidly down the hallway and stepped outside. The door clicked and locked behind him as his breath formed a puff of white in the unseasonal cold. Oregon’s western valleys usually enjoyed mild weather through October, yet this night seemed frozen in time.
Like another night etched with vivid detail in Mitch’s mind. A nightmare that wouldn’t let him wake up, growing more intense as the anniversary of Charlene’s death drew near.
(from UNLIKELY ANGEL, copyright Genene Valleau, writing as Genie Gabriel)