All Mortal Flesh (Clare Fergusson/Russ Van Alstyne Series #5) [NOOK Book]

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One horrible murder. Two people destined for love or tragedy. Emotions explode in the novel Julia Spencer-Fleming's readers have been clamoring for.
 
Police Chief Russ Van Alstyne's first encounter with Clare Fergusson was in the hospital emergency room on a freezing December night. A newborn infant had been abandoned on the town's Episcopal church steps. If Russ had known that the church had a new priest, he certainly would never have ...
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Overview


One horrible murder. Two people destined for love or tragedy. Emotions explode in the novel Julia Spencer-Fleming's readers have been clamoring for.
 
Police Chief Russ Van Alstyne's first encounter with Clare Fergusson was in the hospital emergency room on a freezing December night. A newborn infant had been abandoned on the town's Episcopal church steps. If Russ had known that the church had a new priest, he certainly would never have guessed that it would be a woman. Not a woman like Clare. That night in the hospital was the beginning of an attraction so fierce, so forbidden, that the only thing that could keep them safe from compromising their every belief was distance---but in a small town like Millers Kill, distance is hard to find.
Russ Van Alstyne figures his wife kicking him out of their house is nobody's business but his own. Until a neighbor pays a friendly visit to Linda Van Alstyne ­and finds the woman's body, gruesomely butchered, on the kitchen floor. To the state police, it's an open-and-shut case of a disaffected husband, silencing first his wife, then the murder investigation he controls. To the townspeople, it's proof that the whispered gossip about the police chief and the priest was true. To the powers-that-be in the church hierarchy, it's a chance to control their wayward cleric once and for all.
 
Obsession. Lies. Nothing is as it seems in Millers Kill, where betrayal twists old friendships and evil waits inside quaint white clapboard farmhouses.
 

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Editorial Reviews

Marilyn Stasio
While this setup might sound conventional, Spencer-Fleming’s handling of it is far from mechanical. Her unusual heroine has brains and wit and the fearless spirit of an ex-Army chaplain and helicopter pilot who saw action in Kuwait. If anyone can clear Russ and find the real murderer, Clare can do it — if she can only escape from Elizabeth de Groot, the 'frighteningly competent deacon' who has been sent by the bishop to monitor her unorthodox behavior. In a story as unpredictable as its characters, the resolution takes this series in a direction that should give the good bishop heart palpitations.
— The New York Times
Publishers Weekly
Clare Fergusson, a helicopter pilot turned Episcopal priest, and Russ Van Alstyne, police chief of Millers Kills, N.Y., are suffering in the wake of their affair in Anthony-winner Spencer-Fleming's fifth mystery, her most captivating yet (after 2005's To Darkness and to Death). After Russ separates from his wife and Clare's Albany superiors chastise her, the "problem priest" vows never to see Russ again. But when Russ's wife is found murdered in the Van Alstynes' home and the New York State police deem him the prime suspect, Clare risks everything to clear his name. The high-stakes plot evolves seamlessly with totally unexpected twists and turns, culminating in a climax that surpasses the drama of previous outings. Clare and Russ continue to struggle with their feelings and the confines of their respective vocations, while interesting new characters join the familiar residents of Millers Kill. Fans, once they start reading, will hang Do Not Disturb signs on their doors. (Oct.) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
A happy ending is nowhere in store in the latest Claire Fergusson/Russ Van Alstyne mystery. Claire, the young ex-pilot Episcopal priest, and Russ, the married police chief of upstate New York's Millers Kill, must come to terms with their feelings for each other while working together to solve yet another murder: these compelling characters must discern who disfigured and killed Russ's wife, Linda. Russ is the prime suspect, and although his and Claire's relationship is a central element of the story, the mystery behind the murder is key. Suzanne Toren's strong reading and clear voice help bring to life the tale and the characters in this thriller. Recommended.
—Denise A. Garofalo
Kirkus Reviews
The long-simmering unconsummated romance between Rev. Clare Fergusson and Millers Kill Police Chief Russ Van Alstyne comes to a boil when Russ's wife is killed. There are very few secrets in small towns, and everybody in Millers Kill knows that the chief of police has crossed the line with the local Episcopal priest. A week after Linda Van Alstyne, the chief's wife, throws him out of the house, a friend finds her stabbed to death on her kitchen floor. Russ's rage and guilt make him twice as eager to nail the killer himself, but there's no way he's going to be left in charge of his estranged wife's murder. Hard-nosed Emiley Jensen, from the New York State Bureau of Criminal Investigation, is soon on hand to sideline him from the case and threaten to arrest him. Over at St. Alban's, Clare has acquired a watchdog of her own, brightly repressive deacon Elizabeth de Groot, because her bishop has become so concerned about her uniquely activist approach to pastoral ministry. The case produces a series of well-planned shocks unusual in their intensity even for Spencer-Fleming. But its nerve center is the lacerating relationship between two people who can't live with or without each other. The fifth installment of this underrated series tops even the pyrotechnics of To Darkness and to Death (2005)-even as it leaves you wondering whether it'll be the last we'll hear of Russ and Clare.
From the Publisher
“Easily the best yet in what was already an amazing series. . . . Subtle, intense, tough, tender, intelligent—a definite must-read and an automatic book of the year.”—Lee Child

“In a story as unpredictable as its characters, the resolution takes this series in a direction that should give the good bishop heart palpitations.”—The New York Times Book Review

“Intricately plotted and packs plenty of unexpected surprises . . . and a gutsy ending.”—The Boston Globe

“Her most captivating yet . . . Fans, once they start reading, will hang Do Not Disturb signs on their doors.”—Publishers Weekly

“The compelling characters bring to life this riveting installment that’s quite possibly the best in the series.”—RT Book Reviews

 

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781429925853
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 10/3/2006
  • Series: Clare Fergusson/Russ Van Alstyne Series , #5
  • Sold by: Macmillan
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 336
  • Sales rank: 27,179
  • File size: 503 KB

Meet the Author


Julia Spencer-Fleming is the winner of the Malice Domestic, Dilys, Barry, Agatha, Anthony, and Macavity Awards. She was born at Plattsburgh Air Force Base and spent most of her childhood on the move as an army brat. She studied acting and history at Ithaca College and received her J.D. from the University of Maine School of Law. She lives in a 185-year-old farmhouse outside of Portland, Maine, with three children, two dogs, and one husband.
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Chapter One 
Monday, January 14
 
 Midway this way of life we're bound upon, I woke to find myself in a dark wood, where the right road was wholly lost and gone.   
 
            Clare smelled the smoke first. She came to a standstill, breathing in the chill and windless air. Pine tar and wet wool and the frozen freshwater smell of snow. And smoke. She had crammed as many logs as she could into the cabin's woodstove before she left that morning, but they would have burnt down into glowing cinders by now, their smoke long vanished into the air.
 
So. Someone had stoked the woodstove. She wasn't alone. She clutched her poles and almost--almost--turned back into the woods. She had food and matches and a blanket and a knife in her day pack. She could escape.
 
A cold touch on her bare hand startled her. A single fat snowflake melted onto her skin. As she watched, another fell. Then another. She sighed. There was no escape. She trudged forward, breaking through the last of the hemlock and white pine, clambering over a hard-packed wall of snow thrown up in the wake of the private road's plowing.
 
Gathering her poles in one hand, she sprung her bindings, stepped free of her snowshoes, and scooped them up with her free hand. Her legs felt shaky and insubstantial as she tottered toward the cabin.
 
Thank God, thank God, she didn't recognize the SUV parked next to her car. It was a clean, late-model Scout, anonymous in this area where everyone spent the winter in a four-wheel-drive vehicle. She supposed it could belong to a relative of the cabin's owner. Mr. Fitzgerald had offered the place when she told the congregation she was looking for a post-Christmas retreat, but he was into his early eighties and perhaps had forgotten promising the space to a grandkid.
 
She mounted the steps to the uncovered front deck and hung her snowshoes and poles on two of a row of pegs jutting from the log wall. Please, Lord, let it not be someone from my congregation. Anyone making the hour-and-a-half drive from Millers Kill would have to be hurting bad. I don't have it in me to minister right now. She opened the door.
 
The man rooting beneath the kitchen counter stood up and up and up before turning toward her. "Ms. Fergusson. Finally. I confess, I was beginning to feel a bit concerned."
 
Clare blinked. "Father Aberforth?" She looked around, as if there might be someone else who could explain why Albany's diocesan deacon-at-large was standing in the kitchen on a Monday afternoon holding a battered teakettle. The open floor plan didn't leave much scope for hiding, however, unless the presiding bishop was lurking in the bathroom. "What are you doing here?"
 
Father Aberforth plunked the kettle into the sink and twisted the tap on. "Making tea." He gestured behind her. "You might want to shut the door before you let all the heat out."
 
She kicked the door closed without turning around. "I've been on retreat." Her voice sounded shaky, as if she were excusing her absence from her parish. Willard Aberforth was known as the bishop of Albany's hit man, a scarecrow in black who dealt discreetly and firmly with problem priests. And she, they both knew, was a problem priest. Or at least a priest with a problem.
 
"I hadn't forgotten that," he said dryly, shutting off the water and swinging the kettle onto the stove. "I spoke to Father Lawrence before driving up here. To see how everything went. He said you had called him and told him you were coming back early?"
 
"Tomorrow morning."
 
"You had Wednesday to Wednesday, you know."
 
"I know. I just . . . I did what I came up here to do. Now I think getting back to work will be good for me."
 
Aberforth raised his eyebrows, unfurling an expanse of sagging skin. "Do you have concerns about Father Lawrence's abilities? I'm the one who approved him as your supply priest for the week, you know."
 
"Ah. No. No worries. He seemed quite"--geriatric--"nice. When I briefed him. Experienced. Very experienced."
 
"He was a good friend of your predecessor."
 
The late, lamented Father Hames, who had become St. Alban's priest around the time Betty Grable was a pin-up girl.
 
"I believed he and your parishioners would feel quite comfortable together."
 
She had thought, after the events of the past night, that her reserves of grief and dread were plumbed out, but she felt a fresh upwelling of fear at his words. "Are you . . . is the bishop suspending me?"
 
Father Aberforth looked at her. He had once been a younger and heavier man, and his face fell in deceptively drooping folds, but his black eyes showed that inside he was still all hard lines and angles. "Does that thought distress you?"
 
"Yes!" She was surprised how much. Over the past four months, she had been praying for some sign that she was in the right place, that God intended her to be a parish priest rather than a social worker or a chaplain or a helicopter pilot--her old, easy calling. God had remained resolutely silent on the matter. Maybe now He was talking to her, in the sick clench of her gut.
 
Father Aberforth nodded. "I thought it might. The answer is no, the bishop is not suspending you from your duties."
 
The last of her energy left her body with her breath. Clare let her day pack thud to the floor and collapsed into a nearby sofa without bothering to remove her parka. She heard the click-click-clicking of the burner as Aberforth turned on the gas and a whoosh as his match lit the ring into flame. "I know you're a coffee fiend, but there must be tea here somewhere," he said.
 
"In the pantry. In one of the Tupperware boxes." She listened to Aberforth rummage around, the clink and clunk of mugs and spoons and the sugar tin, and she could hear her grandmother Fergusson chiding her to get up and act the hostess, but for once she couldn't bring herself to care about Doing the Right Thing. She sat there dully, rubbing her hands over the smooth twill of the sofa cushions.
 
The kettle whistled shrilly and cut off. "Do you take your tea the same way you do your coffee? Ridiculously sweet?"
 
"Gosh," she said. "You remember." She waited without expectation as he crossed the floor and set a mug on the table in front of her. He folded himself into one of the leather Eames-style chairs opposite the sofa. It wasn't meant for Aberforth's storklike six and a half feet, and he struggled to get comfortable for a moment before snatching a kilim pillow off the companion chair and stuffing it beneath his knees.
 
"Idiotic furniture," he said. "Where did you find this place?"
 
"Belongs to one of my parishioners," she said. "He doesn't use it very much since his wife died a few years ago."
 
Father Aberforth grunted. "Drink your tea. You look half dead."
 
She reached for the hot mug with as little effort as possible and managed a few sips. "What are you doing here, Father? I didn't think we were due for another chat until after I had sorted myself out up here."
 
"My visit has two purposes."
 
Clare smiled to herself. Who but Willard Aberforth talked like that?
 
"First, to tell you that the bishop has assigned you a new deacon."
 
She cradled the warm mug between her hands. "I don't need an assistant."
 
"This will be a full-time position, salary paid for by the diocese."
 
Clare looked closely at the old man. "St. Alban's isn't large enough or prosperous enough to warrant a full-time deacon."
 
"Nevertheless."
 
The penny dropped. "I'm getting a babysitter."
 
"Consider her more of a guide. To keep you on the straight and narrow."
 
"Emphasis on the straight." It had been her celebration of a gay union the year before that originally brought her to the bishop's--and Aberforth's--attention. She had broken her vows of obedience and flouted the bishop's policy toward homosexuals, both faults she had admitted but failed to repent of. She had been waiting for the bishop's reaction since last November, but the flaming car crash that was her personal life had kept her distracted. Now she tweaked to something else Aberforth had said. "Her?"
 
"The Reverend Elizabeth de Groot. She was raised up from St. James in Schuylerville. Since you'll be back tomorrow, I'll let her know she can report for duty as of Tuesday."
 
"Is she transitional?" That is, on the road to priesthood, which would give Clare some chance that the woman would be shuffled off to another parish within a year.
 
"Oh no. She's a career deacon. She was ordained over a decade ago after helping build St. Stephen's into the church it is today as a volunteer and a vestry member and a warden."
 
Clare translated that to mean old enough to be your mother and has already seen it all twice. "What's she like?"
 
"An elegant lady. Dignified. She has a lovely sense of tradition."
 
Clare translated that to mean so high church she makes the archbishop of Canterbury look like a guitar-strumming folksinger. She sighed. It wasn't as if there were anything she could do. As a response to her transgressions, it was fairly mild. "So that's the one thing," she said. "What's the other?"
 
Father Aberforth fussed a bit with his tea. "I came to check on you. To see if you needed to talk. Having found myself in the position of your confessor."
 
Clare smiled faintly. "You can't take confession." Despite his honorary title of "Father," the deacon was not eligible to act as God's intermediary when people spilled their most painful secrets. Still, he probably believed more wholeheartedly in the rite than did Clare, who forgave sins on a weekly basis.
 
"It wouldn't do you any good if you weren't prepared to repent and mend your ways," he said. She could feel her cheeks coloring. "Yes, I thought this retreat had more to do with your situation than with some post-Christmas and Epiphany exhaustion. Have you figured out what you're going to do with this married man of yours?" He craned his neck, trying to peer over the edge of the upstairs loft. "He's not staying here with you, is he?"
 
She didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "No. No, he isn't."
 
He pierced her with his black eyes. "I'm not here to judge you, girl. You think you're the first sheep to wander out of the fold because greener pastures beckon?" He reached for his tea. "At least you show some originality. Most priests who dabble in adultery go for the music director or one of the warden's wives. The town's chief of police--that's novel. Not too bright, but novel."
 
"Don't hold back. Please, tell me what you think."
 
"Straight talking is exactly what you need at this point, Ms. Fergusson."
 
He was right, and she knew it. The deacon made for a strange confidante--he didn't approve of women priests, he was formal to the point of eccentricity, and, most damning of all, he reported directly to her boss. But there was something about his dry, unsentimental demeanor that had made it easy, over the past two months, to tell him everything. About how lonely she had been, a stranger in a strange place, looking out onto a sea of faces waiting expectantly for her to either fail miserably or to walk on water. About making friends with the only person in town who looked at her and saw plain old Clare Fergusson instead of a bundle of assumptions in a dog collar. About walking farther and farther away from the narrow, well-lit path with Russ Van Alstyne, talking and laughing and ignoring the signs screaming danger: off trail and entering unpatrolled land and go no farther this means you and then being surprised--surprised!--when she looked around and found she was utterly lost.
 
Something of the wilderness must have shown in her face, because Aberforth leaned forward awkwardly against his Eames-spindled knees and said, "I haven't said anything to the bishop yet, but you're going to need to come to a decision soon, Ms. Fergusson. Not for him or for me or for the people in your parish. For the sake of your own soul."
 
She nodded mechanically. "I know, Father. And I've . . ." Her voice faded off. How could she describe the past few weeks? Days? These last terrible hours? "I've taken steps."
 
She picked up her mug of tea, watching with a clinical interest as her hand shook. "Unless something extraordinary happens, I do not expect to see Russ Van Alstyne again."
 
Copyright © 2006 by Julia Spencer-Fleming
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One horrible murder. Two people destined for love or tragedy. Emotions explode in the novel Julia Spencer-Fleming’s readers have been clamoring for.

 

Police Chief Russ Van Alstyne’s first encounter with Clare Fergusson was in the hospital emergency room on a freezing December night. A newborn infant had been abandoned on the town’s Episcopal church steps. If Russ had known that the church had a new priest, he certainly would never have guessed that it would be a woman. Not a woman like Clare. That night in the hospital was the beginning of an attraction so fierce, so forbidden, that the only thing that could keep them safe from compromising their every belief was distance—-but in a small town like Millers Kill, distance is hard to find.

Russ Van Alstyne figures his wife kicking him out of their house is nobody’s business but his own. Until a neighbor pays a friendly visit to Linda Van Alstyne and finds the woman’s body, gruesomely butchered, on the kitchen floor. To the state police, it’s an open-and-shut case of a disaffected husband, silencing first his wife, then the murder investigation he controls. To the townspeople, it’s proof that the whispered gossip about the police chief and the priest was true. To the powers-that-be in the church hierarchy, it’s a chance to control their wayward cleric once and for all.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    A terrific thriller

    In Millers Kill, New York Episcopalian Priest Clare Fergusson and Police Chief Russ Van Alstyne feel guilt over falling in love with one another as he is married to Lindy, who lovingly has been at his side every step of the way for his twenty-five years army career. Neither Clare nor Russ wants to hurt the kind caring Lindy, but they failed to hide their needs and finally he dropped the bomb on her. Linda (Lindy was that naive army spouse) is divorcing Russ and moving on symbolized by her buying her first cat.-------------------- However, her friend Meg Tracey, having not heard from Linda in a few days, visits the Van Alstyne farmstead only to find Linda murdered. State Police take over the investigation to insure there is no conflict of interest in the homicide investigation of a local officer¿s wife. The case seems obvious: a disaffected uncaring husband eliminated his unwanted wife to be with his paramour. Adding to that theory is the Archdiocese has assigned a permanent deacon to ¿assist¿ meaning watch over Reverend Fergusson. Clare and Russ share culpability, but not that of the murder as the Episcopalian Church comes down on her for her transgression and the law on both of them while the townsfolk condemn the duo as much for betraying Linda and their positions as for believing they killed her.----------------- The latest Fergusson-Van Alstyne investigative tale takes a personal spin with the death of Lindy as Clare and Russ feel anguish over what happened to her. The story line is filled with twists and turns that will shock readers yet seems plausible as Julia Spencer-Fleming is at her best with this terrific thriller. This is must reading for series fans while newcomers will find this tale a delightful standalone yet enhanced by reading previous novels (see OUT OF THE DEEP I CRY) to gain a tastier flavor of the triangle.--------------- Harriet Klausner

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  • Posted February 19, 2013

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    ¿All Mortal Flesh,¿ the fifth in the Clare Ferguson/Russ Van Als

    “All Mortal Flesh,” the fifth in the Clare Ferguson/Russ Van Alstyne series, finds Clare, the parish priest in the small Adirondack, upstate NY town of Millers Kill, and Russ, the local police chief and married man she loves, having just wrenchingly ended their relationship. The following day, an even more devastating event occurs: Russ is told that his wife, from whom he had recently separated when he told her of his love for Clare, has been brutally murdered. Loving Clare, yet still loving his wife, matters are only compounded when both Clare and Russ are considered prime suspects, not only by the police but by the local gossip-loving town residents.

    With her usual adroit skill, Ms. Spencer-Fleming has written another wonderful tale of these very human protagonists in this book, available for the very first time in a trade paperback edition. The sense of place is vivid, and the wintry weather graphically evoked. There is a slam-bang ending with a final unexpected and stunning turn as this suspense-filled tale concludes. An excellent and fast-paced read, and one that is highly recommended.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 4, 2012

    Be careful what you wish for. This applies to the readers, not

    Be careful what you wish for. This applies to the readers, not the protagonists, of this book. Tragedy visits Millers Kill, with the resulting twists and turns we've come to expect from this fine author. But this time, there's a final twist followed by a final tragedy that hits home-- and Clare and Russ are overwhelmed. More I can't say without spoiling the story. Just read it!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 20, 2013

    A delightful read. Check it out!

    I have been following the entere series by Julia Spenser-Fleming.
    Ilove how she brings in the current issues of the day and keeps you guessing at the outcome. Seeing faith at work in her life is also presented in a very real, down-to-earth manner.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 8, 2012

    Disappointed

    A woman vicar with loose morals chases an older married police chief in a small town. Its like a bad joke. The characters are weak an unbelievable. They solve mysteries, there are tons of twists and turns. A regret reading this one.

    1 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 19, 2012

    Liked it, but...

    This is the second book in a row in this series that errs by having a completely unbelievable character in a prominent place. This time it is the female detective with an axe to grind. She is just too, too into getting Russ and Clare to be believable. Also, I thought the ending fell flat. Mainly, though, I am getting a bit sick of Russ going back and forth between his wife and Clare. Maybe you shouldn't read one book after another in the series.

    1 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 5, 2012

    Favorite Series

    Julia Spencer-Fleming has become one of my favorite authors. I look forward to any new books that she writes. You will love her fallible characters, perhaps because we have been there or known someone else who has travelled the same roads. This author manages to combine the mystery that everyone loves in a small town setting with believable and unusual characters. Not run of the mill.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 12, 2011

    Addictive!!!

    I have read all five of these in the last three weeks. They are like potato chips...you can't read just one. This one was excellent, with all of the twists and turns...she's with Russ, she's not, the wife is here, then she's not, who killed who. The ending was especially good...did not see that coming. Have to stop writing because I need to get on to #6!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 9, 2006

    Puts Spencer-Fleming in the Top Ten

    Winter in Miller's Kill brings a horrifying murder that will keep you on the edge of your chair. Plan to stay up late. All Mortal Flesh is Spencer-Fleming's best yet, and the others were hard to beat. It puts her at the top with Michael Connelly and James Lee Burke, among the best writers in America, yet the voice is all her own. Her writing is rich and satisfying but never bogs down with too much detail. Claire and Russ are all too mortal, and this story challenges everything they believe in. They confront human issues and current problems in a believable way. The twists will keep you guessing till the end. Very highly recommended. Read it--you'll be glad you did. I hope she's writing fast because I can't wait for the next book.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 7, 2012

    Could not put it down

    Excellent read. Have enjoyed the whole series but this one was full of surprises.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 20, 2012

    I love this series!

    Wonderfully written and I love the characters. Sure hopes she keeps going!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 23, 2012

    A very good read

    Very Enjoyable reading....The story continues.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 23, 2012

    Great Series

    I loved every book in this series!

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  • Posted September 14, 2011

    Recommend

    I am now reading all her books after purchasing one in the bargain sectiion.....really like

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 5, 2007

    Loved it!

    I picked up this book at the library, not realizing it was fifth in a series. I read it, loved it, and am now starting back at square one to catch up. I love to read outstanding writers, and Julia Spencer-Fleming is most definitely an outstanding writer. Highly recommended!

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