by Diana Orgain | Sep 23, 2021 | Maternal Instincts Mysteries, Sneak Peek, Uncategorized
From Cereal Killer Chapter One “But what do you mean there’s no cell service?” I wailed, staring at my phone. Zero bars. From the driver’s seat, Vicente Domingo flashed his trademark smirk. Most women in most situations found his roguish, tall-dark-and-handsome shtick charming. In the best of times, I found it only mildly obnoxious. This was not the best of times. “No worries,” he crooned in his lilting Spanish accent. “I’m sure we won’t be stuck on the side of the road too long.” “It’s four thousand degrees outside!” I sputtered. “You’re exaggerating by exactly 3900 degrees.” The temperature gauge flicked from 100 to 101. I pointed to it. “Make that three thousand eight hundred and ninety-nine.” “Really—don’t worry, quierda. I’ll pop the hood and see if it’s an easy fix.” He opened the car door, letting in a whoosh of heat. “I’m not your love,” I muttered as he closed the door behind him. I traced the BMW’s black leather seat. Shouldn’t a car like this be too expensive to break down on us? When Vicente Domingo—a rival PI—had invited me out to the town of Golden to solve a mystery, I’d been excited . . . and a little confused. But I definitely hadn’t planned to end up stranded twenty- seven minutes from our destination, in ten-thousand-degree heat, while more than seven months pregnant with twins! How busy was this road, exactly? After passing Sacramento, we took highway 49 toward Golden, but a traffic jam a few miles earlier had sent us onto a back road through the middle of nowhere. I tried to remember how many...
