It Happened at Midnight [antikvár]

prologueSloh, WyomingSoft-ly, slow-ly the mornin' will creep Dream your sweet dreams and do not weep Cornbread in the morn-in' it will keep Drift soft-ly, slow-ly 'tis time to sleep Soft-ly, slow-ly 'tis time to sleep The intruder finished the old Langtry lullaby and knew there was little time left to finish her work. How she'd waited and planned for this night, and now, ruled by hatred, she would act.The maid, deeply loyal to the Langtrys, had to die, of course, and now Maria Alvarez's body waited in the car. The Langtrys' two canine guardians slept peacefullysedative tucked neatly in meat had been a meal they couldn't refuse.