Field of Graves(96)

As if in deference to the death of one of their own, Nashville’s criminals were silent on this night, finding better things to do than shoot one another for Taylor’s benefit. She drifted between sleep and wakefulness, thinking about her life, and was relieved when the phone finally rang at 1:00 a.m.

A deep, gruff voice greeted her. “Meet me?” he asked.

“Give me an hour,” she said, looking at her watch. She hung up and smiled for the first time all night.