By J. A. Jance
On a gorgeous sunny day within the Coronado nationwide Monument, an aged couple's motor vehicle is going off the part of a mountain and into oblivion. The terrain is so rocky helicopter has to be flown in to retrieve the our bodies, and to make concerns worse, a thunder-storm is looming at the horizon. Hours later and miles away, the subsiding rain unearths ugly proof: trash baggage containing human remains.
It's simply one other day within the lifetime of Cochise County sheriff Joanna Brady.
Back at domestic, Joanna has a child child, a teenage daughter, a author husband, and a tough mom to house. yet within the box, it seems that she has even more on her fingers. The continues to be are these of a handicapped girl who had wandered clear of a care facility with a suspicious tune list. one other resident, with whom the lady can have been concerned, has additionally been mentioned missing.
Meanwhile, a notice is located within the glove compartment of the automobile mendacity twisted down the mountainside, pointing out that its occupants meant to take their very own lives. but a contradictory post-mortem record surfaces, and while the deceased's daughters appear to feud over their inheritance, Joanna understands there's extra to this situation than simply a suicide pact.
And she's going to move all out to discover the truth—no topic the place it leads.
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Watching it, Joanna uttered a small prayer that high winds, which were an automatic prelude to an approaching monsoon, would hold off long enough for the helicopter crew to work its search-and-rescue magic. Knowing how long it would take to sort things out, Joanna called home to check on Butch and on Dennis, who had passed the four-month mark two days earlier. Now that Joanna’s maternity leave was over, Butch had been doing a good job of being Mr. Mom, but she knew there were times when he was overwhelmed.
Alfred closed the book. ” he asked. “We’ve been really lucky,” Martha said, pouring second cups of coffee. He marveled that she could still see well enough to do that without spilling any. “Yes,” he agreed. ” she asked. ” Their two daughters had had a falling-out in high school when they’d both been interested in the same boy—a Bisbee High School bad boy who hadn’t married either one of them. But the bad blood between the two sisters, Sandra Louise and Samantha Ann, had stuck. They still didn’t speak—couldn’t come to the same holiday celebrations.
Lauren had already decided that this was where Rick Mosier would meet his “fair princess” match. This was Lauren’s home, her castle, and she was going to make her last stand here no matter what. Not that there was time for her to move or run away even if she’d wanted to. Besides, where would she have gone—out through her carefully barred window and then down a twenty-foot drop to hard-packed bare dirt? Not a good idea. Then suddenly he was there—a dark silhouette looming in her bedroom doorway.