FOURTH ATTEMPT, ELITE ESCORTS 1
CHAPTER ONE - WREN
I climbed from my old Chevy Lumina, the muggy atmosphere immediately prickling my skin with the need to sweat. Early July, and wicked summer weather already haunted Massachusetts, causing flowers and maple leaves alike to droop.
Attempting to fill my lungs with the swamp-like air and yanking my bag over my shoulder, I slammed the squeaky driver door shut and took a quick perusal of the half-built monstrosity on the lot behind me.
The daily noise of power tools and nail guns didn’t bother me. The fact the condo building would eventually rise higher than my third-floor apartment in the old Victorian house and cut off my view of the Merrimac River?
Yeah. I wasn’t happy about that fact, but I was in no place financially to move.
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