Terry Spear

She turned off all the lights in the duplex and peered out the windows, moving from one room to the next to see if she could catch sight of the a black sedan. Security lights and streetlights in her complex cast a strange orange glow on the misty snow. It looked like the perfect night for a murder.

Jack glanced toward the dressing room, not believing that all the time he had been with her, she had been half-naked...

As soon as she was ready for work, she called out to Eric's closed door. 'Anything in particular you want for breakfast?' 'Yeah,' he said, heading for the door. 'But I don't think it's on the menu.