Die Like an Eagle – Donna Andrews

“…The porta-potty’s out of order.”
“How can a porta-potty be – holy cow!” He had gotten close enough to see over my shoulder. “Okay. Can do. Come on, Mason.”
“But the game’s starting any minute,” Mason protested.
“Not now it isn’t,” I said. “I’ll explain later, but you’ll be back in plenty of time for the game. And Rob, on your way past the bleachers, send Dad over here.”
Rob and Mason hurried off. I dialed 911 and prepared to tell Debbie Ann, the dispatcher, that there was a dead body at the ball field.” (page 49)  Continue reading “Die Like an Eagle – Donna Andrews”