Audiobook Narration Fiction-Mystery/Thriller
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Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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she looked down at the envelope. The return address showed Charles Hampton Reidsville State Prison. Before she could read any further, Josh explained he's the killer. He laughed as if he had just told a joke. Killer She dropped the envelope on the counter is if it burned her fingers, Why would he kill her? Right to me? I wouldn't know. I thought about not delivering the letter, but that would be a federal offense for sure. Are you serious? You actually considered censoring my mail? Why would you do that? You're new here, ma'am. Folks around here like the idea that you're bringing new business to the area. And I didn't want to see you upset. I'm not upset. Thank you again. I do have a lot of work. I'll be retiring in 15 months. Yep. Made for a good life for me and the wife. And I wanted to leap across the counter and shove him out the door. That's nice. And now, if you'll excuse me Sure thing. Didn't mean to impose. Cannot come take a look around the old place. On my day off, I'd sure love to see what you're doing here. Went to school here myself. Of course. Anytime she stood up, dizziness threatened, making the room wobble. But she studied herself by placing both hands on the countertop. You all right, ma'am? His voice registered alarm. Can I get you some help? I hear workmen in the building. Anyone you want me to call? She tried to wave him away with one hand, that she settled herself back on the stool. I'll be fine. I had a little accident yesterday, and it's left me a little woozy. She forced a laugh. If you're sure I'm a public servant here to serve. Really? I'm fine. Oh, call a friend as soon as you leave. If only he would leave. What about the letter? What letter? He pointed to the envelope. Oh, I'll read it later. He I did briefly, then tap the brim of his head in a salute and left. She folded her arms and lowered her head onto them, wishing she could be back in bed with nothing more to think about than room designs. You all right? Carson asked. She picked her head up. Tired. She slipped the envelope off the counter onto her lap. If asked to explain why she hid it. From Carson's view, she wouldn't be able to comes. He would have done. He grinned like a proud kid sticking the envelope in her pocket. She pushed herself up, tucked her hair behind her ears and step around the counter to follow him. Across the hall, he pushed the nurses door open, then stood aside to let her through page 1 70 from Chapter 28. She pulled up to the front of the building in the glare of the security lights as they exited the car. She Iand thanks so much for the company Ringo See around. She hit the lock button on her key fob and turned to head into the building. This has gone on long enough. If you don't do something about me by noon, I'll have to take things into my own hands. She stopped at the tailgate of the truck, feeling the hairs on the back of her neck. Stand on end. You're a knife. You don't have hands, she whimpered. I'm not a knife. Don't you understand? I'm Marianne. At least what's left of me have been waiting so long for the right person. You're the right person. Justice has to be done or I'll be here forever. Anna shivered as she grabbed onto the edge of the truck bed and worked her way to the tool box at the rear end of the cab with trembling hands. She reached in to lift the lid, but a padlock kept it secured. Should've known. She pressed her forehead against the cold steel of the truck. Ringo appeared on the other side of the truck. Something I can help you with, ma'am. Just go to bed. I'll be in shortly. All right, ma'am, I'll let Bubba know you're out here. He'll likely come out and wait to escort you in when you're ready, She blinked. Did you say, Bubba? Yes, ma'am. He's the night boss. Coach's football over to the high school during the day she left. Men in the South really are named Bubba. That's funnier than being called Ringo. Her laughter grew louder, and she clamped a hand of her mouth but kept snickering. It's not all that funny, she tried to tell herself as she continued to giggle. The safest thing would be to get inside and go to bed before she called any more attention to herself. I'll just go and let him know you're out here, ma'am. Good night. Ringo tore off to the main entrance as if the ghosts were chasing him.