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Hell Swamp [MultiFormat]
eBook by Susan Whitfield
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eBook Category: Mystery/Crime
eBook Description: Agent Logan Hunter's cast iron stomach and steeled nerves are put to the test in Hell Swamp, a place where snakes, skulls, and sinister secrets abound. Called back into action from her personal leave to track down a sadistic murderer, Logan traveled to a location in the backwoods of North Carolina, not far from where she grew up. Across Beatty's Bridge, the familiar Greek revival mansion along the Black River now held a crime scene beyond anyone's worst nightmare. A gruesome mess with blood tracked everywhere, and key evidence already obliterated. With the SBI seriously shorthanded Agent Hunter had the daunting task of piecing everything together to find the killer. She questioned a strange assortment of suspects and soon discovered the seemingly harmless victim had numerous enemies. Which one committed the heinous crime? Inching closer to the truth, she dodged increasing danger around every curve as the killer tried to stop her investigation. Even more troubling than the physical attacks, this case brought back Logan's night terrors as she battled Hell Swamp's demons from the past.
eBook Publisher: L&L Dreamspell/L&L Dreamspell, Published: Spring, Texas, 2009
Fictionwise Release Date: February 2009
3 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: eReader (PDB) [204 KB]
, ePub (EPUB) [258 KB]
, Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [172 KB]
, Portable Document Format (PDF) [702 KB]
, Palm Doc (PDB) [190 KB]
, Microsoft Reader (LIT) [333 KB]
, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [225 KB]
, hiebook (KML) [511 KB]
, Sony Reader (LRF) [321 KB]
, iSilo (PDB) [158 KB]
, Mobipocket (PRC) [199 KB]
, Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [276 KB]
, OEBFF Format (IMP) [280 KB]
Words: 58564
Reading time: 167-234 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Portable Document Format (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
ISBN: 9781603180955
 
"You'd better go easy on that breakfast buffet, Hunter. I need you in Pender County at Ivanhoe. I'm told it's a gruesome scene on Black River. Prepare yourself," said Kent Poletti, my supervisor. He'd spotted me slugging down my morning coffee and juice at the Grand Marquis Hotel breakfast buffet.
He tugged my arm, leading me away from the crowded 2008 North Carolina State Bureau of Investigation Conference meeting room. Poletti's voice sounded ragged, his face looked tired and stressed, and I couldn't help but notice he had started to gray since I last saw him. "Law enforcement has been told to rope off and wait for you and the coroner. And aren't you from that area anyway?"
"I once lived near that river, but sir..."
"No 'buts', Hunter. I need you. We're critically short-handed--half the force is passing some infernal virus back and forth to each other, and we're up to our collective asses in new cases."
"I lived in Atkinson just a few miles from the river as a child. But, sir, I'm supposed to be on leave right now." An uncharacteristic whine entered my voice.
"Forget leave. I'm assigning you to this case, Logan. I don't have a choice." He'd moved from my last name to first name. I don't stand a damn chance. His steel blue eyes held me like shackles while he spat out directions to the Corbett house, which sat just above the river in the tiny community of Ivanhoe. In the boonies, at least four hours away. I knew the house. I'd always liked that house, nestled in the bend of the river at Beatty's Bridge.
And forget leave?
This didn't sound like a case that could be solved in a hurry. I'd arranged to take a few days off so I could go home to Genesis Beach and make plans for my wedding. I'd come to Charlotte today, begrudgingly, and my vacation evaporated after one fricking day off! I hadn't even chosen my wedding gown.
Chase Railey, the love of my life, still worked in Asheville winding up a case before he came on board with the SBI. We'd planned to marry within the next six months, and hoped we could work on cases together as we had when we first met, thrown together by a serial killer in the Blue Ridge Mountains.
But now the wedding plans would have to wait. I mumbled obscenities, put the glass of juice on the table, and poured my coffee into a large Styrofoam cup that I could take with me.
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