This is a weekly bloghop hosted by Freda’s Voice
RULES:
Grab a book, any book.
Turn to Page 56 or 56% on your ereader. If you have to improvise, that is okay.
Find a snippet, short and sweet.
Post it
from page 56 of:
Lone Jack Trail by Owen Laukkanen
“You do nothing,” the man told her. “You do how we talked about. Go about your business and forget it ever happened. Let us handle the rest.”
“You’ll make sure they don’t find me?” she said.
“You keep your mouth shut, you’re going to be fine,” the man said. “We have as much to lose as you do if this goes south, remember?”
The woman seemed to contemplate this. She was silent a long time, and the man, restless, walked to the window and looked out at the road, watched dusk sap the last light of day, hiding the houses opposite, and the forest beyond, in deep shadow. Finally, he heard the woman’s breath hitch.
“Okay,” she said.
“We’ll get it handled,” the man told her. “Don’t worry.”