"A great read with twists and turns to keep you reading by a very talented writer. Highly recommended with a cast of great characters who keep the story moving. Guaranteed to hold your attention."--Anne K. Edwards
"What I liked best was that this story was written in first person through Dassas' eyes. S.H. Baker kept clues a secret until Dassas finds them. For me this kept the tension and my attention, very high. This would be a great book to read at the beach, or to stay busy during long bus or train commutes. I myself look forward to reading the other Dassas Cormier mystery Baker has written. Rating: 8 Gargoyles!"--Kathy Martin
"What the devil do you want with my son?"
"I'm trying to find out exactly what happened to a woman who was murdered a little over a week ago. I have reason to believe your son was a friend of hers and might know something."
"Oh." Understanding washed over the man's face. He dropped the mail onto the desk, sat in his leather chair and leaned back. "This is about that dancer."
"Yes, sir, it is. I understand your son was seeing Miss Blossom."
The man waved off the question with one hand. "The boy was sowing a few wild oats. Nothing more. He got her out of his system quite some time ago."
"I understand. I'd still like to speak to him."
"I see no reason for that. I understand the killer has been caught and is behind bars."
"I don't believe--"
The door behind me flew open. I heard it and felt the air move. There was no doubt in my mind that a very large man stood directly behind me.
Suddenly, a vise closed around my right upper arm and nearly lifted me off the floor.
Josiah Powers nodded. "This man was just leaving, Tiny. Please show him out."
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