An Ice Cold Grave (Harper Connelly Mysteries, No. 3)
Charlaine Harris
Language: English
Pages: 288
ISBN: 0425224244
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Hired to find a boy gene missing in Doraville, North Carolina, Harper Connelly and her brother Tolliver head there, only to discover that the boy was the only one left of several who had disappeared over the previous five years. All of them teenagers. All unlikely runaways.
All calling for Harper.
Harper soon finds them—eight victims, buried in the half-frozen ground, all come to an unspeakable end. Afterward, what she most wants to do is collect her fee and get out of town ahead of the media storm that's soon to descend. But when she's attacked and prevented from leaving, she reluctantly becomes a part of the investigation as she learns more than she cares to about the dark mysteries and long-hidden secrets of Doraville—knowledge that makes her the next person likely to rest in an ice-cold grave.
of the site. “This is Jeff, Jeff McGraw,” I told Tolliver. “He was strangled.” Tolliver stuck a length of wire in the ground. The red flag flapped a little in the stiff breeze. He put his left arm around me and took my right hand in his. I nodded in the direction we should go, a little uphill and to the north, and I centered myself above another corpse. Tears began rolling down my cheeks…I’d never encountered such suffering. “Here,” I said. “Chester.” Two yards farther, we had a boy Sheriff
They’ll know how to dig the bodies up without losing any evidence that’s there to be found.” “Yeah, we don’t like admitting we need help, but we do.” Sandra Rockwell looked down at her hands for a minute, as if making sure they were her own. “I’ve personally gotten phone calls from CNN and two other networks. So you should leave really early in the morning, or take off right now. And call me when you check into another motel. Don’t leave the state or anything. Don’t forget that you’ll have to
of the ulna. It’s cracked, not completely broken through. The soft cast will protect it. You need to keep it on as close to 24-7 as you can manage. The cast’ll have to stay on for a few weeks. When you check out of the hospital, you’ll have directions on when to get the arm checked. It’s going to hurt for a couple of days. Combined with the head injury, you’ll need some pain meds. After that, I think Tylenol will do you.” “Can I get out of bed and walk a little?” “If you feel up to it, and if
defended. We had smart genes in our makeup. Luckily, the cookbook was a thorough one that assumed you were totally ignorant, and the turkey had really been good. The dressing was strictly Stove Top Stuffing, and the cranberry sauce came out of a can. We’d bought a frozen pumpkin pie and opened a can of green beans. “It turned out better than okay,” he said. And he was right. It had been wonderful. Cameron had been so determined that day. My older sister was pretty and smart. We didn’t look
a gleaming stainless steel door and a draft of cold air billowed out. In a black plastic bag on a gurney lay Xylda. “She’s still in her hospital gown, with all the tubes and so on still attached until the autopsy decision is made,” the funeral director said. Shit, I thought. Tolliver’s face went very rigid. “At least her soul’s gone,” I said, and I could have slapped myself when I realized I’d spoken out loud. “Oh,” said the cheerful, motherly woman. “You can see ’em, too.” “Yes,” I said,