Threads, a Blaine Horney Mystery

A personal favor for an unidentified friend of his captain sends Blaine Horney, Texas Ranger with a paranormal gift, north to Morrison, Montana, to the scene of a grisly double homicide with no apparent motive.

“Well, there was a…a lady.” He trembled almost uncontrollably, his beady eyes grown big as silver dollars. Ok, quarters maybe.

“And?” Blaine shoved the man ahead of him toward the rear of the house, the back porch light leading them from the trees.

“She…she surprised me.” He gasped for breath at each reluctant step forward into dry grass. “She…she was dead, I think.”

“Oh, that’s a new one.” Blaine squinched his eyes to clear his mind of the glaring orange thread he’d trailed at a dead run over the short distance, the dotted line the color of a plastic Halloween pumpkin—a wet pumpkin. Take at least a beer or four, a few whiskey chasers to erase that color from his thoughts.

“You a cop or something?” the perp asked.

He pushed the suspect along in front of him a little faster. “Why’d you take out the window?”

“Well, she…she came after me.”

“The dead lady.”

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