Thanks for all your comments on last week's snippet. I'm sharing a work-in-progress. It's a romantic suspense about a woman who doesn't believe her brother's car crash was an accident. Suggestions are very welcome.
Today's snippet picks up right after last week's, which ended with The numb-nut scaring her half to death had better be him.
In case it wasn’t, Maggie moved quietly to the rack on the wall where the garden tools hung. It was a good thing she’d leaned the shovel against the wall instead of hanging it up properly. The awful screech when she’d pulled it off the hook would've given the intruder warning. She seized the shovel just as the figure outside bent in half and ducked under the door.
Maggie raised the shovel, ala Detroit Tiger Miguel Cabrera, fully prepared to whack the intruder. When he straightened, his look of surprise almost matched hers.
“Jack Sinclair,” she yelled, “What are you doing sneaking up on me?”
“Whoa!” Her brother recovered, right after dropping a plastic CD case on the dusty garage floor and a CD spilled out, “What are you doing here?”
She lowered the shovel, “Gee, I don’t know. Ya think maybe because I live here?”