Cinda ducked out to grab a bottle of Johnny Walker Blue label, it was the best Whisky she could buy here in town, had a quick shower and slipped into a pair of pale blue jeans, and upon looking out the window shuddered at the oncoming dark clouds she could see in the distance, a summer storm was brewing out there. Shivered at the thought of it.
Pulled on a long sleeved, lightweight knit sweater in a dark crimson colour, pulled on a pair of shoes and brushed her hair as she headed downstairs.
“Storms coming in.” She told John, “Might want your men inside. They can get pretty loud, and the down pour will be heavy.”
“Thanks for the heads up, Lucinda.” He nodded.
“Who’s coming to dinner?”
“None of us. I went over and checked the place already, and with that Detective there I’m sure Willia
