Thirty Hours - Retail audio sample for thriller audiobook
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General) North American (South West - Texas) North American (US General American - GenAM)Transcript
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you're sure she's his daughter? My editor asked, raising his voice above the dull roar of the newsroom and peering at the outline I'd thrown together. Positive. 100% left behind. What becomes of Children raised around math. Damn, This looks good. Okay, Run with it. He turned to head back into his office and then called over his shoulder. Don't disappoint me, McComb. Don't disappoint me, McCallum. I mimicked under my breath. There would be no disappointment because I fully believed I had this. Not only was it going to be some of my best work, it was also going to be a piece of friggin cake. But I didn't anticipate you disappearing from the face of the earth. I went to your host every day for a week. Your car was always there. Your cat was always there. He presented me with several McCobb gifts, including the bloody corpse of a rave in while he smugly licked as most. But you weren't a J was mopping his own floors and hadn't seen you since the previous Saturday. The bar owner hadn't seen you since the first Friday and said to try the one liquor store in town because obviously, the liquor store could have been a jays gas station 2.0, with its questionable standards of sanitation and the scent of alcohol mixed with sweat. But it had the added nuance of cigarette smoke lingering in the atmosphere. Also like a JSE. It was a veritable sauna, and I had to push up my sleeves and release an extra button at the top of my shirt. A portly gentleman who couldn't be bothered by the heat wearing a full suit and tie in late August, peruse the tequila section. A blue collar beanpole of a guy stood in front of the beer refrigerators and a flip flop clad blond leaned against the unattended counter bottles of blue Curacao and grey goose. She stopped to counter three times with her open palm and hollered, Sissy, I need to get going! Hold your horses, Stephanie, came a woman's voice from the open side door. Stephanie, my mind piped up. As in Stephanie McBride. Perhaps I grabbed the nearest bottle of something and stood behind the young woman I've been waiting for, like five minutes, Stephanie retorted. You're smoke Break is gonna make me late. Where you headed, honey? says he inquired, her voice thick and sweet as the term of endearment she used. Throwing a surprise party for D. She got accepted to law school. Stephanie last heard. Have wonderful. We'll tell her. I said Congratulations. Stephanie started toe lift the paper sack and the words spilled out of my mouth. Stephanie McBride. Yeah. She turned to me with her top lip curled defensively, but released it as her. I scanned from my feet to my face. Who's asking? Do you know a Charlotte read? She crinkles her brow. No, Charlie read. Sure, Don't my mistake. Sorry to bother you. You can bother me. Have we met? Her eyes were wide and bright as she fanned her face. And I fully expected her to say something like, Is it hot in here or is it just you? But she settled for was a doneness pool party two weeks ago. My memories a little fuzzy. Ah, I stammered before smiling. Also smoothly. Shameless, completely. But sometimes a little charm can go a long way. How many other Stephanie McBride's could possibly be in this town? No, just a guess. Do you live around here? She found her face again. not since about March. I got an apartment in Ben Brooke, but I grew up here. Yeah, I had to swing by. Pick up a check from my brother. He owns the corner store across the way. Grab the string. Pull and Raval on gravel on gravel. Oh, you mean a J? Yes, she gasped. Do you know him? I stopped by there the other day for directions. Really nice guy. He's a bumpkin, she said, giggling and batting her eyelashes. Are you from out of town? I live in Dallas and got turned around. Well, she drawled, sounding just like her bumpkin brother as she ripped off a corner of the bag and grabbed a pen from the counter to scribble on it. If you don't have any plans later, come on by.