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The Betrayal


The Betrayal by Marina Martindale

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Book trailers, like movie trailers, are a preview of coming attractions. They give you a sense of what the book is about without revealing the plot. So, grab yourself a bowl of popcorn, and enjoy.  I also want to thank Rob Resetar for his help with the production.


Emily St. Claire reached for another tissue to dab the sweat off her forehead and grab her water bottle, but the once-cold liquid had turned lukewarm. She took a few swallows and glanced at the clock on the waiting room wall. It was only eleven-fifteen. The air conditioning had stopped working at nine forty-five. Ninety minutes of down time and the office was sweltering. She overheard Dr. Lerner's voice from the hallway. He was performing a root canal and having to apologize to his patient for the added discomfort of the heat.

The front door opened as she gulped down the last of her water. Andrea, who worked a few doors down, stepped inside. Her makeup was beaded and creased, and wisps of her red hair had stuck to the sweat on the side of her face. "It feels even hotter in here than it does in our office," she said as she walked up to the counter in front of Emily's desk.

"Must be one of Murphy's Laws," said Emily. "The air conditioning will always conk out on the hottest day of the summer."

"Any word on when they'll get it fixed?"

Emily shrugged her shoulders. "Your guess is as good as mine. I tried calling the property manager again about twenty minutes ago, but I'm still getting a busy signal. I'm sure by now they're aware of the problem."

"Yeah, I kept getting busy signals too, which means they must really know. Meantime Dr. Hapner had me reschedule all our afternoon patients. Turns out two of them are really sick, so they're on their way right now. Then, once we're done, we're closing up shop and calling it a day. I love the idea of having an afternoon off, but why does it have to be on a day when it's over a hundred and ten degrees outside?"

Emily shrugged again. "It's the price we pay for living in Phoenix, but at least we don't get snowed in during the winter."

"Yeah, but a good, old-fashioned ice storm would sure feel nice right about now, and I'll bet you're glad now you got your new haircut."

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