Erica Cherry And Queenie Sateen Fixed Here

Queenie’s hand turned over, palm up, fingers brushing Erica’s. “Then we make sure the truth doesn’t stay buried.”

“Midnight,” she said over her shoulder. “I’ll bring coffee. Black, two sugars—yours.” erica cherry and queenie sateen

Erica reached out and, very gently, touched Queenie’s wrist. “So what do we do?” Queenie’s hand turned over, palm up, fingers brushing

Erica Cherry adjusted the antique brass lamp on her desk for the third time. The angle was still wrong. She sighed, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear, and reached for it again. Queenie’s hand turned over