Click on image to enlarge.
|
Shadows [Britt Montero Series Book10] [Secure eReader (recommended)/Mobipocket/Microsoft Reader]
eBook by Edna Buchanan
| |
Regular |
|
 |
|
Club |
| You Pay: |
$7.99 |
|
|
|
$6.79 |
| Micropay Rebate: |
10% |
|
|
|
10% |
| Cost After Rebate: |
$7.19 |
|
|
|
$6.11 |
| You Save: |
10.01% |
|
|
|
23.53% |
eBook Category: Mystery/Crime
eBook Description:  "The wide front door hung open, a seductive invitation to a dark interior veiled by dust motes that glittered in the spectral greenish glow..." The Shadows is a historic 1920s house that inspires preservationists' dreams--and developers' schemes. Built during Prohibition by a notorious rumrummer who vanished at sea, it was inherited by his son, a local athlete and war hero who lived down his father's wild reputation. He served a successful term as Miami mayor and raised his four young children at the Shadows--until a shotgun ambush on a hot summer night forty-four years ago. His murder was never solved. Since then, only secrets and whispers have inhabited the Shadows. Now, a resourceful young preservationist approaches the Miami Police Department's Cold Case Squad to help block a developer's plan to bulldoze the Shadows and build high-rise towers. The detectives visit the long-abandoned pioneer house, now surrounded by a wild and overgrown subtropical forest. They discover the rumrunner's secret limestone cellar, a tunnel to Biscayne Bay, and seven small, heartbreaking new mysteries--a lost generation. Cold Case Squad Lt. K. C. Riley and her detectives seek out the murdered man's widow and children for answers. All are evasive and paranoid, haunted by lies, guilt, and tangled pasts that each recalls differently. Ultimately the squad finds that the killer is still out there, and the old, cold case is hotter than ever. In another dazzling example of Edna Buchanan's masterful weaving of stories and histories, Cold Case Squad Detective Sam Stone uncovers a still violent and long-hidden connection between his parents' murders when he was a child and their summer as civil rights workers in Mississippi more than thirty years ago. "Life would be simple," Buchanan writes, "if people told the truth." But for those who live among the shadows, the truth is never simple. Shadows is Edna Buchanan's most suspenseful novel. "
eBook Publisher: Simon & Schuster, Inc./Simon & Schuster
Fictionwise Release Date: June 2005
This eBook is part of the following series:
10 Reader Ratings:
|
|
|
|
| Great |
Good |
OK |
Poor |
|
| |
Available eBook Formats [Secure eReader (recommended)/Mobipocket/Microsoft Reader - What's this?]: SECURE MOBIPOCKET FORMAT (278 KB], SECURE MICROSOFT READER FORMAT (348 KB] - Requires Microsoft Reader 2.1.1 for PCs, or Microsoft Reader 2.2.2 on Pocket PC 2002 handheld devices. Some older Pocket PCs can be upgraded. Learn More., SECURE EREADER (RECOMMENDED) FORMAT (207 KB]
All formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
MobiPocket Reader ISBN: 0743274415
Microsoft Reader ISBN, eReader (recommended) ISBN: 9780743274418
 
CHAPTER 1 MIAMI—TODAY People applauded when Craig Burch walked into the office. His face reddened. He wanted no attention, no fuss. He wanted his first day back to be like any other day on the job. But that didn't happen. Two of his detectives sprang to their feet. Pete Nazario, usually quiet and introspective, moved in for a bear hug, then hesitated. "It's okay," Burch said, and hugged back. He exchanged a high five with Stone, who grinned like he'd won the lottery. Other homicide detectives pumped his hand. "Looking good!" "Attaboy!" A sea of smiles and good humor, except for Emma, Lieutenant K. C. Riley's tiny, middle-aged secretary, who blubbered uncontrollably into a flowered handkerchief. She removed her spectacles, wiped her eyes, and blew her nose loudly. "Thank God you're back." She hiccuped. Where is Riley? Burch wondered. Joe Corso, his temporary replacement, was missing in action as well. He scanned the sprawling homicide office and spotted their heads together in the lieutenant's glass-enclosed office, the door closed. What's that all about? he wondered. Corso, who had seniority, had been appointed acting sergeant in Burch's absence. The two emerged to join the welcome. "So ya finally got off your lazy ass and came back to work!" Corso trailed behind the lieutenant's welcoming smile. "Yeah, had to make sure somebody was doing some detecting around here." Burch had made certain, despite his impatience, that before he returned he looked suntanned, robust, and fit, as though back from a vacation, not life-threatening gunshot wounds. He wore a new jacket, shirt, and shoes, and had had his hair cut a week earlier. No dead-man-walking look for him. Cops rush to donate blood, money, and vacation time to a fellow officer in need. You can take that to the bank. But reappear limping and scarred, with a hospital pallor, and the camaraderie pales as well. Survivors can read it in their eyes. Nobody on the job needs a daily reminder that there but for the grace of God… Hailed from all directions, Burch made the obligatory rounds, to briefly shoot the breeze. "You won't believe the one I caught today, Craig," homicide detective Ron Diaz said. "Guy shot a dozen times—by his own kids." "Not those little rugrats out there?" Burch had seen them in the hall on the way in. A curly-haired thumb-sucker with wide, frightened eyes. She and a sturdy boy about seven clung to a plump middle-aged woman with a half-closed, swollen, and purpling left eye. They huddled on a hard wooden bench. "That's them. The two little ankle biters." "Holy crap! He at the morgue yet?" "Hell, no. He's at Jackson, in the ER. Doing okay." "Where'd he get hit?" Copyright © 2005 by Edna Buchanan
|
)
