"Chain Reaction" Power Failure Book I
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Carla awoke early the next day and got her coffee to go, trying to miss the rush hour traffic. She had an appointment with the medical examiner to see Verde’s autopsy results before heading to Rhode Island to track down O’Brian. It was nearly noon before she finally got on the highway.
After getting her first good night’s sleep since the case began, her mind raced in anticipation as she made her way south on Interstate 93, leaving the crowded city behind. She buzzed with an inexplicable sense of confidence in the lead on Casey, and taking her first trip outside the city since arriving months ago was just a bonus.
With the traffic and noise behind her, she looked out the side window, taking in the winter scenery as the countryside rolled by. Intermittent shafts of sunlight broke through the scattered clouds overhead, glistening off the new snow. The frozen drifts spread out before her, a white blanket covering the ground and dappling the branches of the evergreens along the road.
“My God, it’s like a postcard.” She said to the otherwise empty car.