“No. Hell, no,” Jessica Matthews said as she took the object from Patsy. She looked around the cemetery, and shuddered. She thrust the shovel back at her friend who refused to accept it.
“Godiva will be yours,” said Patsy, “but only after you do me this one little favor.” She plucked her own shovel from the trunk of her white Mercedes. “It won’t take lon…
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