Murder by Bits and Bytes

Samantha slipped out of her scrubs and tossed them into the laundry basket with her toe. Stepping into the shower, she turned her face up to the gentle stream. Her long fair hair swept across her breasts and settled in the hollow of her back. Like a receding tide, the tension in her slender body slid away. She smiled to herself. When she’d left the clinic earlier that day, Sam’s colleagues had ribbed her about the trip she had planned for herself and Ben—unplugged. They would celebrate their second anniversary and bury some terrifying memories.