"Redemption: The st. Cross choir series, book 2"
Harper was savoring her first sip of the wine when Frank abruptly set down his glass. He was staring intently over her shoulder, his rugged face a mixture of disbelief and anger. He pushed his chair back to rise.
“Harper, call 911.”
“What?” she said, but Frank was already on his feet and moving like a locomotive to the bar. He snatched a drink off the counter and handed it to the bartender. “Keep that for evidence,” he said. Then he confronted the man next to the empty spot where the cocktail had sat.
“I saw you put something into your companion’s drink when she left for the restroom,” Frank said.
“Harper, call 911.”
“What?” she said, but Frank was already on his feet and moving like a locomotive to the bar. He snatched a drink off the counter and handed it to the bartender. “Keep that for evidence,” he said. Then he confronted the man next to the empty spot where the cocktail had sat.
“I saw you put something into your companion’s drink when she left for the restroom,” Frank said.