Book Excerpt Blonde Faith
I threw open the car door but didn’t get out. Part of my lethargy was exhaustion from being up for the past twenty-four hours. I didn’t have a regular job, but I worked like a dog. Martel Johnson had hired me to find his runaway sixteen-year-old daughter, Chevette. He’d gone to the police and they had taken down her information, but two weeks had gone by and they hadn’t turned up a thing....