Christmas Peril by Lynn Shannon EPUB & PDF – eBook Details
- Author: Lynn Shannon
- Language: English
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An icy wind ruffled Noelle Logan’s hair as goose bumps rose on the nape of
her neck.
Something about this place didn’t feel right.
It was too quiet. Like a ghost town.
Her boots crunched over gravel in the parking lot. Samson’s Nursery was
a plant store located on the outskirts of town on an old country lane that deadended into the place. The air was scented with a mix of flowers and mulch.
Pretty strands of white lights dangled from post to post, chasing away the
deeper shadows created by the encroaching nightfall. No one was at the front
counter.
Noelle fought against the desire to hop back into her SUV and leave.
She’d been driving for the last ten hours from Memphis to spend the holiday
with her grandmother. Exhaustion seeped into her muscles. She wanted a hot
meal, a shower, and a warm bed. In that order. But she’d promised to stop
and pick up a Christmas tree for her grandmother. Sheila Logan was pushing
eighty-five, and while the older woman was spry and active, she couldn’t
manage hauling an evergreen into the house alone. She had a neighbor to
help unload the tree, provided Noelle could pick it up on the way. The flower
shop/Christmas tree farm was a simple twenty-minute detour.
It was a small favor. One Noelle was happy to do.
Except… except this place was sending off all kinds of strange vibes.
Noelle couldn’t quite pinpoint what was wrong, but something just felt off.
“Hello?” Noelle called out. A small building enclosed on only three sides
served as a checkout station. It was decorated with a garland wreath and
bright red bows. She rang the bell sitting on the front counter several times,
the noise ringing out across the nursery.
No one appeared.
The sense of unease buried low in the pit of her stomach grew. Another
frigid wind whipped across the open space, sending leaves and pine needles
scattering across the gravel. The cold bit into Noelle and her shoulders rose
up instinctively. This wasn’t how she wanted to start her first vacation in
years. The rapid pace of her career with the FBI had eaten away at every
aspect of her life. She didn’t have any friends outside of the agency, and
dating was a distant memory. She was lonely and questioning her life
choices. Some rest, hot chocolate, and stress-free holiday fun with her
grandmother were exactly what she needed to reset.
This didn’t feel very stress-free though. Noelle was exhausted and getting
hungrier by the minute.
“Hello? Anyone back there?” She checked her watch and then the posted
times on the counter. The place should be open. The register was sitting on
the counter, change still in the tip jar.
There were more Christmas trees farther into the store. Maybe the owner
was helping another customer back there. Her SUV was the only vehicle in
the lot, besides a beat-up truck with the letters Samson’s Nursery etched
across it. But what other explanation could there be? Whoever was in charge
hadn’t been abducted by aliens.
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