![]() ![]() ![]() Her Saturday morning ritual of a quiet meal at the Breakfast Bodega was ruined, thanks to them. Not these two.Īs a result, Amara’s mood had risen to level-ten irritation. Most folks would’ve recognized the impact of their outbursts on others. Of all the restaurants in San Antonio, did they have to come here? Today? Her initial empathy toward the pair had faded a long time ago. The couple, both appearing to be Hispanic and around thirty years old, had been at it for nearly an hour. She alternated between screaming and sobbing. The man and woman continued their argument or breakup or whatever was happening. He glanced up and she shot her best death stare his way. Let the professionals deal with them.Īmara Alvarez leaned her athletic frame outside the diner’s booth to get in the man’s line of sight. ![]() If they were still arguing, she’d call the cops then. ContentsĪ Sneak Peek from the Next Thrilling Story Published in association with the Hartline LiteraryAgency, LLC. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data is on file at the Library of Congress, Washington, DC. ![]() The only exception is brief quotations in printed reviews. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means-for example, electronic, photocopy, recording-without the prior written permission of the publisher. ![]()
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