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Dispossession [MultiFormat]
eBook by Laura Anne Gilman
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eBook Category: Mystery/Crime
eBook Description: A murder mystery, a ghost story, a cat-and-mouse chase, a love story ... or maybe none of the above but with elements of them all. We'll leave it to the reader to decide.
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Spooks, ed. Tina L Jens and John Everson, 2004
Fictionwise Release Date: June 2006
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [204 KB], eReader (PDB) [31 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [18 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [17 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [78 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [89 KB], hiebook (KML) [98 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [44 KB], iSilo (PDB) [15 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [19 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [47 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [28 KB]
Words: 5341
Reading time: 15-21 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
The fog had seen better days. Tattered and frayed, it clung to the corners of the house like a frightened child. Nick put down the newspaper she had been reading, the pages folded back, and went to stand by the window which looked out over the sea. Grey on grey looked back at her, the motion of the Atlantic barely visible.
Ghosts rarely went far from their place of beginning. She surfed the obit pages first. Always. You could never tell, after all.
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She had read the newspaper, back to front, a lamp lit on the table beside her. The obituary page had given her no satisfaction--older people went straightaway, a destination, an appointment to keep. It was a shame. Old people had memories to share; deep and textured like handmade lace. She would have welcomed them here, had any strayed by, made them comfortable enough to pause, linger. The rest, she could tell, would offer nothing worth the keeping.
The rest of the news felt stale even before she read it: suffering here, destruction there. Humanity held so few surprises for her any more. Wiser to stay apart, with the ocean and wood and silence in her flesh.
The Op-Ed page was a brief pause, a rise in her restless distraction; lamenting the bickering for jurisdiction while a killer stalked their midst. An eleventh body to add to the toll, this one the federal agent who decided to take the heart attack express in the middle of his investigation. He left an open case, a grieving ex-wife.
She hadn't known they had brought the FBI in. She wondered what kind of person would willingly work in the heart of such violence. She shivered, and turned the page.
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