Death At The Trade Show: Target Practice Mysteries 3 - Plot & Excerpts
We were running a bit late, so Mary and I pushed through the throngs of people to the Westmound booth. The Westmound-Andersson team was having a meeting first thing this morning, and Liam said he’d see if he could find something for us to do. But for now we were supposed to hang out at the table they had given us with the literature for the Westmound Center for Competitive Shooting Sports. As we walked, I couldn’t hold back a large yawn. “We should have gone to bed earlier. I need my sleep.” Mary nodded alongside me. “Tonight, we can go to bed early.” “You say that now, but you’ll want to stay up and investigate again.” “Hey now, we got some great information last night.” She patted the messenger bag at her side. “We have everything we need to know about his show right here.” Moo yanked me to the side as he veered to the right. We had walked up to Karma, the yeti target, without me noticing. He pulled away and barked wildly. “Hey, Moo.
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