By Charlaine Harris
Death comes calling on a small-town librarian whose existence is passing her by.
Aurora "Roe" Teagarden's fortunes swap whilst a deceased acquaintance names her as inheritor to a slightly big property, together with cash, jewellery, and a home entire with a cranium hidden in a window seat. Roe concludes that the aged girls has purposely left her a homicide to resolve. So she needs to establish the sufferer and work out which considered one of her new, ordinary-seeming friends is a murderer-without placing herself in lethal chance.
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Flynn had followed us. ” The bark of the “vicious maniac” turned into a highpitched whine. Deep wrinkles started to form on his troubled forehead. A look of fear clouded his big brown eyes. ” Jamie said, “For what it’s worth, Uncle Horace, Trudy says the dog didn’t actually attack her. ” Loudermilk asked. We said yes. Loudermilk turned to go back across the road, slipped, caught her balance, and as she did, a loud bark came from the Cadillac. Ofﬁcer Fisher, or Fletcher, raised his shotgun—just as a reﬂex: I doubt if he actually intended to shoot through the window.
Jamie said, “Thanks a lot, Jack. ” “Depends how you spell it,” Flynn said. Jamie helped Fletcher to his feet, then followed him as he ambled to the ambulance. Loudermilk explained to me—quite patiently, I thought, 28 L EE C HARLES K ELLEY under the circumstances—that my only reason for being allowed at the scene was that Animal Control couldn’t make it for another couple of hours or so and that I was familiar with the dog. “But listen here, if you don’t behave yourself—” “I appreciate that. ” “Well then, maybe you’d better leave,” Flynn said.
I’d even been bitten four or ﬁve times, though most of the incidents were accidental. A highstrung standard poodle named Ozymandius once tried to grab a tennis ball from my hand and bit me on the thumb instead. A poor, neurotic boxer named Spike did the same thing to my arm. ) My saving grace with Roark was I knew that he liked to play fetch, which is why I had a tennis ball in my pocket just in case I couldn’t lure him out of the car with the liver treats. I had another thing on my side—a sensible caution based on a studied understanding of a dog’s den instincts.