Past Malice (Emma Fielding Mysteries, No. 3)
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What bones are buried in the shadows of the past?
Asked to join in a dig at the site of the eighteenth–century Chandler House, archaeologist Emma Fielding and her student crew have descended upon Stone Harbor, Massachusetts. But certain residents of the tiny coastal community are none too happy about Emma's arrival -- especially when her excavation uncovers a pair of freshly slain corpses. There are dark forces at play in this dangerously divided town, where a distrust of strangers wars with a desire for tourist dollars. And when a young local's life is snuffed out, Emma is determined to get to the twisted roots of the strange secrets buried in this killing ground. But a mystery that lies among the tumbled ruins of a once grand manor could change Stone Harbor forever. And for some murderous someone, one more death -- Emma's -- would be a small price to pay to keep it hidden.
out the penciled price on the flyleaf. “This will about cover my computerized pilfering.” “Bucky, I shouldn’t have—” She nodded. “And I shouldn’t have either. I got it, Em.” “You got your Binge Card?” Alice asked me. “I can stamp it for you and give your sister the discount.” “Great, thanks.” I handed my Book Bin Book Binge card to her and she stamped two more little books onto the already crowded space. Only three more spaces, and I’d get ten bucks off my next purchase, but I had to keep
Shade’s was packed. Since we were early, Bucky and I volunteered to snag a place in the bar while Brian parked. The pickup was a little out of place outside the restaurant, standing out a mile amid the upper-crusty imported sedans. My car wouldn’t have been much better, and since it was hemorrhaging fluids, might have been worse. The maître d’ led us to the last two seats at the bar, and I settled back to survey the landscape. We had been told that the dress was “casually elegant,” which is a
kind of ‘dead-man’s switch,’ in case he died. You know, a lawyer who would mail a letter to the paper on the news of his death, or something like that.” “You have a very devious mind, Dr. Fielding.” He looked down the way we’d come, toward the site at the side of the house. “We’ve considered all that. But it didn’t do him any good in the end. It does make me think about the trouble you had with Aden’s outboard.” I chewed that over, thinking about Bray Chandler’s claims to be descended from
there was a pause, everyone looked around at everyone else, and then there was a huge, almost communal sigh. Whatever had been expected had not come to pass, though I couldn’t have told you what everyone was anticipating. The room emptied as though a vacuum had been opened on the other side of the door. It worked out that Daniel, Charles, and I, coming from the two separate corners of the room, ended up next to each other near the end of the exodus. “Quite a turnout, wasn’t it?” Daniel said.
rival, one way or the other.” “Such intrigue.” Charles rolled his eyes. “Business is partly intrigue, and so is politics,” Daniel said mildly. “Didn’t Ted Cressey used to work for you, your father, I mean?” “Oh God. Cressey is a toad. He’s a smart guy, don’t get me wrong, but he spends so much time scheming for things he could more easily get through hard work. It’s tiring, really, trying to figure out what he wants. Playing one of us against the other.” He took a large sip of his whiskey,