Under The Ice: A Gus LeGarde Mystery (LeGarde Mysteries Book 9)
Aaron Paul Lazar
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What do you do when your past comes back to kill you?
After escaping her abusive husband, life is finally good for Camille LeGarde and her daughter, Shelby. She has a great relationship with her new husband, Gus, who also loves Shelby like his own child. But the LeGarde family’s fragile oasis is shattered when the man of Camille’s nightmares is released from prison.
Greg Robinson never wanted to be a father. But he’s playing the biological card for all it’s worth to get close to Shelby, so he can realize his true goal—revenge against Gus LeGarde, the man who “stole” his wife and daughter.
Lured by the promise of connecting with her real dad, Shelby vanishes, sending Gus and Camille on a desperate race through the worst ice storm of the century to find her before Robinson can act on his chilling threat…
"If I can’t have them, neither can you."
Note: all books in this series can be read as "standalones" in any order. You do not have to read books #1, 2, 3, etc. to enjoy the characters and mysteries.
LEGARDE MYSTERIES – in order of chronology (Gus LeGarde's age) for those who have asked!
TREMOLO: CRY OF THE LOON
DON’T LET THE WIND CATCH YOU
SPIRIT ME AWAY
THE LIAR’S GALLERY
UNDER THE ICE
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poured a glass of juice. “Uh. At the movies. Remember? With Alicia.” “Seriously? You’re going to lie about this?” She turned an innocent face to me. “What? Why—” I took a step toward her. “I just talked to Alicia.” Her expression tightened. “What’d she say?” “She spilled the beans, Shelby. You’re in big trouble.” “Why?” she said, too casually. “A party, Shelby? For crying out loud. When the parents aren’t home?” “Nothing happened.” Shelby casually leaned against the refrigerator. She took
“But, sir.” “Listen,” Joe said, regaining control of his emotions. “I’m a cop. I know what I’m doing. I was only in the water a minute. I’m not even cold anymore.” He pulled out his soggy ID and flipped it open. The attendant had been patient, but now raised an eyebrow and looked at me for verification. I wasn’t much help. The hospital was my least favorite place to spend a Sunday and it was clear that Joe had no intention of going. In spite of being soaked and having had the breath knocked
already called up to her twice, but she hadn’t answered. I heard her talking in low tones, and wondered if Rolf was on the other end of the line. The gazebo scene from “The Sound of Music” flashed across my brain. That character was a real loser. I hoped the current-day Rolf had more moral fortitude than his Nazi namesake. I stopped just outside her door and listened. I knew it was wrong, but my protective fatherly instincts took hold. “I know,” she whispered. “I want to see you, too.”
flaps as eagerly as he did on every Christmas morning. He oohed and ahhed over the contents. “Just what I always wanted,” he crooned, admiring the green tractor as if it were The Hope Diamond. “You must’ve been a really good boy this year,” I said. He nodded. “Yeah. I was very good.” With abrupt finality, the scene was over. He was back to business. “Your turn, Opa. Go to sleep, it’s Christmas Eve. You’re Billy and I’m the daddy.” We played the game two dozen times, until even Johnny tired
kettle boiled, I found the hot chocolate Adam had set on the counter and got to work. The stove ran on gas and the cabin’s water supply had to be fed by the town water lines, because it was still running from the faucets, so we weren’t at the mercy of an electric well pump like ours at home. With firewood, running water, and a gas stove, we’d be comfortable, even in the power outage. Searching for something easy to make for a meal, I hit pay dirt in the cabinet by the refrigerator. “Camille,