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Tears On Stone [Falcon's Bend Series, Book 2] [MultiFormat]
eBook by Karen Wiesner & Christine Spindler
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eBook Category: Mystery/Crime/Suspense/Thriller
eBook Description: Is murder ever justifiable? Falcon's Bend Police Department Investigator Pete Shasta's brother Jordan is recently divorced and intent on putting his life back together for himself and his daughter. Jordan discovers that people have moved into the house next door to him and one of them is MaryEmma Gold, who'd lived in the house he now owns when he was a boy. Jordan soon finds that his shy "Marigold" has become an even more withdrawn woman. MaryEmma's sister Shelley sleeps all day and parties all night. Seeing bruises all over MaryEmma's arms, Jordan asks his brother to check into her past. Pete and his partner Danny Vincent discover that Shelley's husband died in a fire only a week before they came to Falcon's Bend. The women left their jobs and lives behind abruptly. Meanwhile, Shelley's new boyfriend is found near the dam, bludgeoned to death. As they uncover murder in the form of a conspiracy, Pete and Danny can't help noticing that Shelley Wilson leaves a trail of dead men behind her wherever she goes...and Jordan may be next. [Cover art by Karen Wiesner]
eBook Publisher: Hard Shell Word Factory, Published: 2006, 2006
Fictionwise Release Date: December 2006
This eBook is part of the following series:
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [1.1 MB], eReader (PDB) [358 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [357 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [323 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [279 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [331 KB], hiebook (KML) [796 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [426 KB], iSilo (PDB) [297 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [374 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [36 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [501 KB]
Words: 110497
Reading time: 315-441 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
ISBN: 978-0-7599-4382-7
 
"Get ready for a great read! While it's not essential to have read the first in the series, Degrees of Separation, by Karen Wiesner and Chris Spindler, knowing the continuing characters in Tears on Stone adds a layer of familiarity and depth. For a small, one-horse town, Falcon's Bend has more than its share of excitement. Police Lieutenant Pete Shasta and his partner Danny Vincent have their hands full when trouble comes to town in the form of three women with a hidden past that threatens to erupt into fireworks. Rich with emotion and intricate details in a framework packed with increasing suspense, I dare you to put down MaryEmma and Jordan's story short of the explosive and satisfying ending."--Liz Hunter, author of Plain Jane's Tight End
"Settle into the back of the squad car and ride along with Lieutenant Pete Shasta and his partner, Danny Vincent, as they solve the latest murders in Falcon's Bend. It seems that someone is killing off the abusive men in the town. Pam Garland has set up an abuse center for women. The deeper Pete and Danny dig into the Society of Survivors background, the muddier the facts. These two extraordinary detectives have more to untangle than a couple of murders. Something is not quite right in the Society of Survivors. The Falcon's Bend stories spring from the fertile minds of Karen Wiesner and Chris Spindler. Women's tears have made no impact on the stony hearts of the men who abuse them. That makes Tears On Stone the perfect title for this novel. I highly recommend this novel to any reader who loves mysteries and psychological thrillers."--Dawn Myers, Writers Unlimited "In book two of the Falcon's Bend Series, Tears On Stone, the reader is once more enthralled in a web of intrigue that is mesmerizing... Falcon's Bend is one small town that instills a certain quietness about it, yet really paints some wild sheering excitement. The emotion is tight and well written... Pete and Danny indeed have their days filled with trouble with this psychological chiller that once again has the reader on the edge of their seat. When Jordan was talking to MaryEmma and held onto her, I could feel the intensity and almost see all the painful expressions layered on their faces. Ms. Wiesner and Ms. Spindler have generated a most thrilling novel that has the reader wishing to ride shotgun with Pete and Danny. With more entertaining characters, these two talented authors have penned a well-developed plot and captivating story that is a winner. Ms. Wiesner and Ms. Spindler are so brilliantly ingenious that they have again created another masterpiece. This book is definitely a top-notch winner and that is why I rate it a 5." -- Linda, Lighthouse Literary Reviews "Karen Wiesner and Chris Spindler revisit Pete Shasta and the Falcon's Bend Police Department as they solve a string of murders that seem to involve female members of the community. Someone killed abusive men from Falcon's Ben. Is the same killer responsible for all of the deaths or is something much darker infecting the people of Falcon's Bend? This story is a mystery lover's dream. It also has all of the elements of a good love story. I cannot wait for the next book in this series!"--Candy, Ecataromance "Detectives Pete Shasta and Danny Vincent investigate a murder that has surprising twists. The authors have done a terrific job of creating fully dimensional characters. While the expert detective work of Pete and Danny is highlighted, we also get a look at their off-duty life in the small Wisconsin town of Falcon's Bend."--Sandra Garcia, Romantic Times Book Club
Chapter One 29 years later… "HURRY," PAM Garland said urgently as she and MaryEmma Gold passed each other on the porch. MaryEmma nodded, picking up her pace. "How much more is there?" Pam asked, and MaryEmma turned back to her. "Not much. A couple more boxes like this. I was storing some things for Shell, so I thought those should go in first. These are my things." "I guess they'll be grateful for that, won't they." Pam's tone was brisk, too rushed to really ask the question or to dwell on the answer. She disappeared into the house. MaryEmma glanced at her sister. Shelley Wilson was sitting on the curb outside MaryEmma's house with her daughter Ariel. Shelley didn't look at, let alone move to console the four-year-old, who wept softly. It went against every one of MaryEmma's instincts not to console her niece herself, but there wasn't time. Quickly, she went to the trunk of Pam's white station wagon. She set the heavy box within. Some of the books and household items she'd thrown into it that morning fell off the top. She distributed them wherever they fit in the other boxes crammed into the trunk with Pam's suitcases. Pam had arrived only ten minutes ago, after clearing out of her own apartment. MaryEmma couldn't resist giving Ariel's tiara-crowned locks a gentle stroke as she passed by. Shelley didn't respond to the squeeze she gave her shoulder. Pam came out hefting another box, precariously piled with whatever had been nearby and necessary. "We can't take it all. I think another two boxes after this one," she told MaryEmma. "Decide which ones you really want along." MaryEmma entered her house, now so empty and bare when just yesterday morning it had been a warm, cozy home she'd felt infinitely comfortable in. She'd enjoyed living alone. She'd put a lot into this house, though she'd only been renting it. She wished she had time to clean it thoroughly before leaving it. But it would rent again without trouble, MaryEmma told herself, especially because of the garden. She couldn't resist looking out the back window to view the part of the house she'd most loved and spent the most time in. In a few weeks, she would have been planting new flowers. Vegetables. She'd miss the garden; she'd miss this house. The tightness in MaryEmma's chest increased when Pam whirled into the house, the screen door slamming behind her. "Which one?" she demanded of the boxes in the middle of the living room floor. Forcing herself away from the window, MaryEmma pawed through a box, pushing it aside when she saw it contained mostly her nature and relaxation cassettes. From her fanny pack, Pam's cell phone chirped, and MaryEmma saw the dread cross the older woman's face. "Finish packing the car," Pam said in a low tone. "I'll be out to change the license plate on the car in a minute, and then we'll go." MaryEmma nodded, wondering if Pam would answer the phone or turn it off to ignore the incoming call. She watched Pam move into the kitchen. She's going to answer it, MaryEmma realized in shock. Why would she answer it? Pam knew what she was doing. She wouldn't act foolishly—that was unthinkable. So everything would be all right. After transferring some items into the box she was leaving behind, MaryEmma stood and lifted the box that was going. She winced as her forearms and biceps took the weight and sharp edges of the box. In half a minute, she returned to the house for a last box. As she rearranged the items, she found herself straining to hear Pam in the kitchen. "…cleaned it up. No. It had to be done… What was I supposed to do—tell me that?… There's nothing Del Jossey can do, and he knows it. Miriam took care of it… Billie, why would this be any different than the other times?" She was talking to Billie Salazar, MaryEmma realized, surprised by the impatience in Pam's usually calm, gentle tone. Billie was an investigator and worked closely with Pam, who was a counselor for the police department. They were also friends. Billie had come by the house often, before and after Pam had become her and Shelley's guardian. Did Billie know they were leaving? "Dorothy said that?" Pam said in a low, shocked tone that had MaryEmma straining even more to hear the conversation. Pam had insisted that all of them leave without telling anyone…absolutely no one. Though Pam had answered her phone, MaryEmma got the feeling she hadn't told Billie they were leaving during this conversation. With her cheeks burning, MaryEmma hefted the last box, which landed heavily on her arms again. This time, she couldn't help crying out in pain. At the sound, Pam emerged from the kitchen, her phone tucked back into her fanny pack. Her face was flushed, and MaryEmma knew the conversation with Billie had upset her greatly. Yet she only said, "Is everything all right, honey?" MaryEmma nodded. She wanted to cover, but couldn't lie or hold anything back from Pam. "Still…still sore," she managed. Copyright © 2006 Karen Wiesner and Christine Spindler.
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