Gone Missing: An excerpt from the new novel, "Behind the Slickrock Curtain"
June, present day. Durango, Colorado.
“That motherfucker,” Eliza Santos muttered aloud as she coasted into her conspicuously half-empty driveway on her one-speed Hathaway cruiser bike. “He’s still not back.”
The motherfucker, in this particular instance, was her husband, Peter Simons. And he was a motherfucker because he was now officially twenty-four hou…
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