Out of the Deep I Cry: A Clare Fergusson and Russ Van Alstyne MysterySt. Martin's Publishing Group, 1 d’abr. 2007 - 336 pàgines Award winning author Julia Spencer-Fleming does it again in this third mystery featuring Rev. Clare Fergusson and Sheriff Russ Van Alstyne in the small town of Millers Kill, N.Y. As the small town's gossip increasingly speculates about the Rev.'s ambigous relationship with the married Sheriff, a more urgent problem is the disappearance of the doctor of Millers Kill's free clinic, a town institution with roots in events from the 20s and 30s. Digging into the roots of these disturbing happenings, Russ and Clare find that painful events from the town's past can still roil the peace of Millers Kill. |
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... smiled at him. “If she is, you can't prove it by me. Rich or poor, all folks have troubles, Russell.” “Was that why she was trying to, you know, kill herself?” The chief stopped smiling. “I'm going to call that an accident. She's an old ...
... smiled at him. “If she is, you can't prove it by me. Rich or poor, all folks have troubles, Russell.” “Was that why she was trying to, you know, kill herself?” The chief stopped smiling. “I'm going to call that an accident. She's an old ...
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... smiled at him . " If she is , you can't prove it by me . Rich or poor , all folks have troubles , Russell . " " Was that why she was trying to , you know , kill herself ? " The chief stopped smiling . " I'm going to call that an acci ...
... smiled at him . " If she is , you can't prove it by me . Rich or poor , all folks have troubles , Russell . " " Was that why she was trying to , you know , kill herself ? " The chief stopped smiling . " I'm going to call that an acci ...
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... smiled at him again . " Not that it's anything you have to worry about . " He shook his hand again . " Go on with your friend there . It looks like he's done with his phone call . And keep your head down when you're over there . We want ...
... smiled at him again . " Not that it's anything you have to worry about . " He shook his hand again . " Go on with your friend there . It looks like he's done with his phone call . And keep your head down when you're over there . We want ...
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... smiled . No sixteen- year - old ever remembered he was dust . She turned back to the altar and , bowing slightly , dipped her thumb into the ashes one last time . She crossed her own forehead , feeling the grit of it pressing into her ...
... smiled . No sixteen- year - old ever remembered he was dust . She turned back to the altar and , bowing slightly , dipped her thumb into the ashes one last time . She crossed her own forehead , feeling the grit of it pressing into her ...
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... smile . " Well , you see then ? That's right in the middle of town . " " I'm not the only one who's made mention of your habit , Clare . " Dr. Anne looked at her . " You know I'm not a gossip . I just think you ought to be aware that ...
... smile . " Well , you see then ? That's right in the middle of town . " " I'm not the only one who's made mention of your habit , Clare . " Dr. Anne looked at her . " You know I'm not a gossip . I just think you ought to be aware that ...
Continguts
XXV | 193 |
XXVI | 201 |
XXVII | 211 |
XXIX | 220 |
XXX | 231 |
XXXI | 243 |
XXXII | 252 |
XXXIII | 261 |
X | 80 |
XI | 90 |
XIII | 96 |
XIV | 106 |
XV | 112 |
XVI | 117 |
XVII | 130 |
XVIII | 139 |
XIX | 146 |
XX | 157 |
XXI | 168 |
XXII | 176 |
XXIII | 182 |
XXIV | 188 |
XXXIV | 274 |
XXXV | 288 |
XXXVI | 298 |
XXXVII | 305 |
XXXVIII | 317 |
XL | 326 |
XLI | 342 |
XLII | 357 |
XLIII | 364 |
XLIV | 372 |
XLV | 379 |
XLVI | 384 |
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Out of the Deep I Cry: A Clare Fergusson and Russ Van Alstyne Mystery Julia Spencer-Fleming Previsualització limitada - 2005 |
Out of the Deep I Cry: A Clare Fergusson and Russ Van Alstyne Mystery Julia Spencer-Fleming Previsualització limitada - 2004 |
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