Dead and Buried
Chelsea Quinn Yarbro
Language: English
Pages: 304
ISBN: 0446912689
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
HE THOUGHT DEAD MEN TOLD NO TALES
The murders were bad enough, but what Sheriff Dan Gillis couldn't understand were the newcomers to Potter's Bluff, and their eerie resemblance to people he had seen
DEAD & BURIED.
He couldn't tell Janet, because even his beautiful wife was acting strangely lately. Was he imagining things? Or was something evil preying on the sleepy town of Potter's Bluff,
something as shadowy as the faceless killers who roamed the land.
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difference in ages appear to be less. Though her prettiness was quite real it was the least arresting thing about her. Janet Gillis had a presence about her which often startled her colleagues and awed her students. It often humbled her husband. She put the shirts aside and smiled at Dan. "You're home on time, for a change." "I'm home," he echoed, tossing his hat onto the kitchen table. "Goodie." She came across the room and wrapped her arms around his waist, her head pressed against his
Alice had broken as she burned and much of the planking had fallen forward on top of Nils Uhri. His body had been discovered accidentally fifteen minutes before by one of the Fire Department volunteers who had been shoveling the ashes to be certain that nothing still smoldered. When the blackened, brittle wood had not lifted easily, the young man had probed and found a calcined hand. After he was sick, he notified Sam Evans of his discovery. "This way, Dan," Sam said as he made a path for the
anyplace but Potter's Bluff." The hitchhiker stared at him, uncomprehending but suddenly, horribly afraid. Beyond the driver she could make out a woman in a business suit and a tall man in a Coast Guard uniform. There was something strange about his head. And there was a girl, quite pretty, in a halter top, with a camera thrust in the top of her cutoff jeans. She felt strong hands pull her from the cab. As the hitchhiker stared at her, the girl took the camera out of her jeans, lifted it, and
." She bent and kissed his ear. "Leave that to me. I'll make you forget her." He was glad to open his arms to her, to be lost in her. And though the sight of that burned woman came back to him toward morning, for most of the night Janet's body kept that hellish vision away. Ed Thurston's office was the smallest one at the hospital, and his desk was the oldest. Instead of a couch for his visitors, he had two ladder-back chairs. His bookcases were cheap metal. "You had quite a night last
interloper was, prepared to send the person on with a few brusque words. His scowl was replaced at once with an oddly bashful smile as he caught sight of the girl. "Hi," he returned. She was no more than twenty-two, pretty in an unaffected way. Her skin was starting to redden on her shoulders and knees, though she was honey tan. It was chilly on the beach but this did not seem to bother her—her cutoff jeans were faded and sandy and her halter top was skimpy enough for the photographer to find it
