Bridge to Trouble: Chapter VIII

Automatically, I swung the flashlight down to my right, and my thumb flicked the switch—on—off. And something drove the all breath hard from my lungs and I stood there trying to get it back...

Bridge to Trouble is a romantic-suspense novella set in 1920s Montana.

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                                                       London bridge is falling down,
                                                                    My fair lady.
                                                           - London Bridge -

By nightfall, everything around the house was still quiet. I went to bed at my normal hour, though I have to admit I lay awake for a while before I fell asleep.

I’m not sure just what time it was when I found myself wide awake. I had the feeling I’d been woken suddenly by some sound. I lay still for a few moments listening, every nerve-end at the ready, but nothing disturbed the sweet stillness. It must have been my imagination, I decided, or an unremembered dream that had jolted me from sleep.