Ghost Shadow (The Bone Island Trilogy)
Heather Graham
Language: English
Pages: 368
ISBN: 0778327914
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
There are those who walk among us who are no longer alive, but not yet crossed over. They seek retribution…vengeance…to warn. Among the living, few intuit their presence.
Katie O'Hara is one who can.
As she's drawn deeper and deeper into a gruesome years-old murder, whispered warnings from a spectral friend become more and more insistent. But Katie must uncover the truth: could David Beckett really be guilty of his fiancée's murder?
Worse—the body count's rising on the Island of Bones, andthe dead seem to be reenacting some macabre tableaux from history. The danger is increasing by the moment—especially as Katie finds herself irresistibly drawn to David, who may be responsible for more than just one killing….
said, and left. “Thanks, Pete,” David told him. He rose and left the office. He’d intended on getting to the truth, one way or the other. But it was better having the blessing of the local cops. Heading out, he ran into Liam. His cousin started to speak, but David shook his head slightly and indicated the door. Outside the station, Liam frowned handing David the files. “What was that all about?” “I don’t care to talk in front of anyone else,” David told him. “Why? If you’re on a hunt to
bizarre stories—even in a place where the bizarre is quite customary,” David said. They had been moving at a steady but relaxed pace through the exhibits. The museum was a family business, and covered all of the colorful history of Florida’s Key West. Each major event was shown in an incredibly detailed and authentic tableau. The tableaux were not wax. Once upon a time, the place had been a small wax museum, but David’s grandfather, something of a mechanical and electrical genius, had avoided
fresh corpses in the old museum. Elena Milagro de Hoyos rested in robotic finery—as sadly as she had, years ago, at the real funeral parlor. But he could remember the night they had found Tanya. He could remember it as if it had been yesterday. She hadn’t been killed here, she had been brought here. She had been positioned for the shock value. It was something certain killers did. This fellow wanted to enjoy his sadistic exploits and wanted his handiwork to be discovered. The killer had never
said. “But there’s the thing—we still don’t have a shred of physical evidence.” “I know. And I’m not certain. I think I will be—if I just get through those books,” David said. “Maybe, by the time we get there, Katie will have found something. Maybe she’s already found something,” he said. He pulled out his phone and called Katie’s cell. It went directly to voice mail. He swore softly. “What?” “She’s either talking, or she never charged her battery,” David said. He was already dialing again.
He went up the stairs and made a hurried sweep of the house. He came back down the stairs and went into the dining room. The books lay on the table, undisturbed. He turned to go back and look for his cousin. But he was shoved. Shoved, back toward the table. He swung around, ready to fight, ready to survive. There was no one there. He was shoved toward the table again. The top book flew open. He drew out a penlight and threw the glow onto the page. He looked at it, puzzled. It was a family