![]() ![]() His eyes were the same medium gray as his hair, but they weren’t sedate like their shade. He was about fifty, of average height, with thinning charcoal hair overrun with gray. Someone said, “FBI.” There was a pause, and then my door opened.A man entered. Frankly, I wondered why I hadn’t been moved to a regular jail cell yet, but after Isaac, I wasn’t complaining about the lack of police transportation.At noon, more footsteps approached my room. I didn’t even have an IV in me-the needle kept spontaneously. All of my scratches and bruises, vanished. ![]() Within hours, my three bullet holes had disappeared. Apparently they took killing the governor seriously.Doctors had been coming in all morning to gasp and gape over me, but it wasn’t because of who I’d killed. They’d even cleared this part of the wing-I knew this from the silence in the rooms next to me. I pulled over, holding my breath as the sheriff came to my window. Chapter One I STIFFENED AT THE RED AND BLUE LIGHTS flashing behind me, because there was no way I could explain what was in the back of my truck. To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt: Halfway to the Grave Halfway to the Grave Jeaniene Frost Dedication To my mother, who always believed in me, even when I didn’t. ![]() What reading level is Halfway to the Grave book? ![]()
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