Broken Places (Rachel Goddard Series #3)

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Summer is deadly in the mountain community of Mason County, Virginia. Deputy Sheriff Tom Bridger and veterinarian Rachel Goddard are caught in a maelstrom of lies that stretch far into the past and suspicions that threaten the future. Cam and Meredith Taylor are murdered within hours of one another, and Rachel is dragged into the case because she heard ?but didn't see? Cam?s murder. The Taylors arrived in Mason County as volunteers in the 1960s War on Poverty, and they stayed on, making loyal friends and bitter ...

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Overview

Summer is deadly in the mountain community of Mason County, Virginia. Deputy Sheriff Tom Bridger and veterinarian Rachel Goddard are caught in a maelstrom of lies that stretch far into the past and suspicions that threaten the future. Cam and Meredith Taylor are murdered within hours of one another, and Rachel is dragged into the case because she heard ¬but didn't see¬ Cam’s murder. The Taylors arrived in Mason County as volunteers in the 1960s War on Poverty, and they stayed on, making loyal friends and bitter enemies. The victims’ daughter is Tom’s former girlfriend, Leslie. She returns home to see justice done¬ and to win Tom back from Rachel. The prime suspect is newcomer Ben Hern, Rachel’s childhood friend, and she is desperate to prove him innocent. Leslie pushes for Hern's arrest and launches a campaign of intimidation against Rachel. With the killer targeting Rachel and the community clamoring for an arrest, Tom and Rachel must decide who they can trust.

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When the owners of the local newspaper in Mason County, VA, are murdered, Deputy Sheriff Tom Bridger is put in the awkward position of having to tell his ex-girlfriend her parents are dead. The Taylors had arrived in the 1960s as volunteers in the War on Poverty and stayed on, making friends—and enemies. Veterinarian Rachel Goddard, the sheriff's current lady love, gets involved when a childhood friend is targeted as the prime suspect. VERDICT This third Rachel Goddard mystery (after The Heat of the Moon and Disturbing the Dead) grips readers from the opening page with a suspenseful plot that will leave them breathless. The tension between Tom and Rachel adds to the thrill of the hunt for a clever murderer who has covered all the bases. Fans of Margaret Maron's Deborah Knott mysteries will enjoy. [See Prepub Mystery, LJ 10/1/09; large-print ed. ISBN 978-1-59058-654-9.]
Kirkus Reviews
Suspicion and jealousy threaten veterinarian Rachel Goddard's romance with Captain Tom Bridger. Now that she's moved to Mason County, Va., to escape the problems of her past (Disturbing of the Dead, 2007, etc.), Rachel is involved in a nasty murder spree that also has roots in bygone events. While treating the dog of celebrated cartoonist Ben Hern, a childhood friend, Rachel and her helper witness an unpleasant encounter between Ben and local newspaper owner Cam Taylor, who's been badgering and threatening a number of people for money to help keep his paper afloat. On their way home, they come upon Taylor's abandoned car and then his dead body in the woods. When Tom and another sheriff's deputy go to inform Taylor's wife Meredith, they find the house aflame and later discover a body in the ruins. The Taylors came to Mason County as antipoverty workers back in the 1960s, and Hern's mother, who vanished after the crimes, was one of their group. The shooting of the Taylors' nosy neighbor makes it clear that the killer plans to leave no witnesses. There are a number of likely candidates for the murders. Taylor's daughter Lindsay, a former lover scheming to get Tom back, accuses Hern, driving a wedge between Tom and Rachel, whose efforts to protect her old friend almost set her up as the next victim. Rachel's third is a tense, well-written combination of mystery and romance that will keep readers guessing.
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“Near the start of Parshall's excellent third Rachel Goddard mystery (after 2007's Disturbing the Dead), the Mason County, Va., veterinarian witnesses an argument between newspaper publisher Cam Taylor, who's desperate for money to save his paper, and popular cartoonist Ben Hern (aka Cuban-American artist Benicio Hernandez), who won't give him any, at Ben's mansion. On the drive home, Rachel spots Cam's abandoned car in the road, pulls over, hears gunshots, and finds Cam dead in the woods. Rachel and her vet assistant, Holly Turner, must take care not to become a frantic killer's next victims in a suspenseful tale distinguished by its sharp prose.”  –Publishers Weekly of Broken Places
 
*STARRED REVIEW*
“This third Rachel Goddard mystery (after The Heat of the Moon and Disturbing the Dead ) grips readers from the opening page with a suspenseful plot that will leave them breathless. The tension between Tom and Rachel adds to the thrill of the hunt for a clever murderer who has covered all the bases. Fans of Margaret Maron's Deborah Knott mysteries will enjoy.” –Library Journal of Broken Places

"Rachel's third is a tense, well-written combination of mystery and romance that will keep readers guessing."  — Kirkus Reviews

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781441725660
  • Publisher: Blackstone Audio, Inc.
  • Publication date: 2/1/2010
  • Series: Rachel Goddard Series , #3
  • Format: MP3 on CD
  • Edition description: Unabridged
  • Pages: 1
  • Product dimensions: 5.54 (w) x 7.46 (h) x 0.60 (d)

Meet the Author

Sandra Parshall, a native southerner, worked as a reporter in South Carolina, West Virginia, and Baltimore. She lives in Northern Virginia with her husband, a longtime Washington journalist, and their cats.

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Broken Places


By Sandra Parshall

Poisoned Pen Press

Copyright © 2010 Sandra Parshall
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-59058-710-2


Chapter One

When Rachel Goddard turned onto Ben Hern's property, she couldn't see the other car barreling toward hers down the long, curving driveway. All she saw up ahead were the massive rhododendrons and trees in summer leaf that formed a screen on both sides. Even Ben's house was invisible from this angle.

Rachel was good-naturedly teasing Holly Turner, her young veterinary assistant. "I've never seen anybody so excited about meeting a dog and a cat. Don't you see enough pets at the clinic every day?"

"I know it's silly." Holly flashed her megawatt smile. "But his cat and dog are like celebrities, bein' in a comic strip and on TV." She paused for a fraction of a second before adding, "It's so excitin' to have somebody famous like Mr. Hern comin' to live right here in Mason County. And to think you grew up with him!"

Rachel glanced at Holly, watched her tuck her black hair behind her ears, change her mind and let it drop against her cheeks again. Acting as if she were on her way to a date and nervous about how she looked. Maybe bringing her along on this house call hadn't been a good idea. "You know, Ben is—"

Holly screamed.

Rachel swung her gaze back to the road, saw the blue car flying around the curve toward them. She wrenched the steering wheel hard to the right. Tires screeching, her SUV bumped off the driveway and crashed into a wall of greenery. Branches cracked, leaves slapped the windshield, Rachel and Holly bounced in their seats.

Rachel floored the brake. When the vehicle stopped, they seemed to be inside a shrub. Big rubbery leaves pressed against the windshield and windows.

"Oh, my god," Rachel gasped. Her heart banged against her ribs, the beat echoing in her temples. She saw everything through a screen of her own auburn hair, fallen forward over her eyes. "Are you all right?"

"Yeah—" Holly paused to gulp. "I'm okay."

Rachel slumped forward against the steering wheel and blew out a long breath. "Was that Cam Taylor?"

"I think so. He went by so fast."

Rachel's mind had snapped a picture as the other car raced past and now produced it in surprising detail—the battered Ford with one front fender a different shade of blue than the rest of the car, the driver's hands clenched around the steering wheel, his hair whipped into a fright wig by the blowback through open windows. "Has he lost his mind? For god's sake, he could have killed us."

With trembling fingers, Rachel pushed her hair out of her eyes. She looked around and tried to orient herself. All she saw was vegetation. She shifted the vehicle into reverse and began backing out slowly.

"Why do you suppose he was here?" Holly asked. "What business would he have with Mr. Hern?"

"Probably the same business he had with you and me. Begging for money. I guess he didn't get it from Ben either." The tires bumped over roots and rocks.

Rachel gave the vehicle more gas. Abruptly it popped free of its leafy trap and lurched back onto the driveway, throwing both of them forward against their seat belts. Holly yelped. Rachel struggled with the steering wheel, couldn't straighten the tires fast enough, and slammed on the brakes just in time to stop the SUV from sailing off the driveway on the other side.

She sat still for a moment, clutching the wheel and willing her heart to slow down. Her mouth was so dry her lips stuck to her teeth.

"Oh, my goodness," Holly said, assessing the mangled rhododendrons from which they'd emerged. "I hope Mr. Hern's not real picky about how his yard looks."

Rachel gave a shaky laugh and shifted into drive. They rounded the broad curve that led to the parking circle outside Ben's Georgian brick house. Rachel pulled in behind Ben's black Jaguar and the little green Volkswagen beetle that belonged to his assistant, Angie Hogencamp.

Rachel couldn't shake the dizzy, helpless sensation of losing control. Her hands were still trembling, her heart still racing when she retrieved her medical bag and acupuncture case from the back seat.

Examining the outside of the vehicle, Holly exclaimed, "Look at your poor car. It's all scratched up."

The hybrid SUV was only a month old, but after the run-in with the rhododendrons its silver paint looked as if a gang of vandals had worked it over with sharp objects. Rachel was too relieved to be safe, though, to care about the car. "It's nothing compared to what could have happened to you and me."

She handed Holly the acupuncture case. Calm down, she told herself. She was here to treat an animal in pain, and she didn't have time to indulge a reaction to the near-collision.

She and Holly were mounting the front steps when Ben opened the door and greeted them with a smile. "Hi, Rach—"He broke off, his smile fading, as he glanced from Rachel to Holly and back. "Is something wrong?"

Rachel took a good look at Holly's disheveled hair and dazed expression for the first time and realized she probably appeared equally shaken up. Combing her hair back from her face with her fingers, she told Ben, "Cam Taylor ran us off the driveway. We're both okay, but it would have been nice if he'd stopped to make sure he hadn't killed us."

"Aw, for Christ's sake." Ben inclined his head toward Holly, who stood a foot shorter. "Are you sure you're not hurt?"

Holly bobbed her head. Clutching the acupuncture case to her chest with both arms, she suddenly seemed oblivious to everything but the handsome dark-haired man who stood so close. Holly had met him a couple of times before, when he visited Rachel at the cottage she and Holly shared, but it might take a lot more exposure before his exotic aura wore thin. Females tended to react this way to Benicio Hernandez, the Cuban-American artist who lurked behind the Anglicized tag of Ben Hern, cartoonist. His brooding eyes and sensitive features, combined with well-defined muscles under a black tee shirt, made him look like a model for the cover of a romance novel. Good thing, Rachel thought, that Holly's boyfriend wasn't around to see the rapt expression on the girl's face.

"What on earth did you do to make Taylor take off in such a frenzy?" Rachel asked.

"He got mad because I won't lend him money to bail out his little newspaper. Would you believe he even tried to weasel money out of my mother while she was here?"

Holly found her voice at last. "Mr. Taylor's real stubborn. He's been after me too, tryin' to get some of the money my aunt left me. I don't even have it yet, but he wants me to promise him some of it."

"He asked me too, a few days ago," Rachel said. "He made a very persuasive case, I'll say that for him. The county does need a newspaper, and he's pretty passionate about it. If I'd never seen the paper—But I have seen it, and lately it's started looking like some poor animal that should be put out of its misery."

Ben laughed and dismissed the subject with a wave of his hand. "To hell with Cam Taylor." He turned his smile on Holly. "It's about time you met Sebastian and Hamilton."

"I'm so excited." Holly beamed back at him. "I just love Furballs. Are they just like you show them in the comic strip and the TV shows?"

"I think I've caught their personalities. I hope you realize, though, that they can't actually talk."

"Well, I know that," Holly said, with a little gust of a laugh.

"They're going to love you," Ben said. "How could they help it?"

Her smile widened beyond the point that seemed physically possible, and Rachel had to restrain herself from rolling her eyes. She could understand other women's reactions to Ben, but she'd known him too long to be fooled by the smooth exterior. She still saw the gawky teenager, too thin for his height, too introverted to mix in groups, happiest when he was alone with his sketch pad or canvas. Although his appearance had changed since they'd grown up as neighbors in Northern Virginia, the person inside was much the same.

"Come on," Ben said. "Sebastian's on the porch with Angie."

As she followed Ben into the house, through the foyer and living room, Rachel experienced the same weird sense of dislocation she felt every time she visited him. He'd bought the house fully furnished from the estate of an elderly woman, and as far as Rachel could see he hadn't changed a thing in the downstairs rooms during the three months he'd lived here. Queen Anne tables, gold-framed mirrors, brocade draperies and upholstery—not exactly Ben's taste. The only alterations he'd made were upstairs, where he'd stripped the master bedroom to essentials and had a wall removed so he could convert two smaller bedrooms into a studio.

Ben ushered them through French doors onto the big screened porch, where his dachshund lay motionless on the floor.

Angie Hogencamp watched over the dog from a green wicker settee. Ben's assistant was a slender young woman with freckles over her cheekbones and brown hair worn in a single braid down her back. "It's awfully hot out here," she said to Rachel, "but this is where Sebastian wants to be. We took him inside and he dragged himself right back out again through the pet door."

"Now he won't even stand up," Ben said. He crouched beside his dog and scratched Sebastian's head.

Placing her medical case on the floor, Rachel knelt and stroked the dog. The remnants of tension over the driveway incident faded as she concentrated on her patient, and her hands once again felt sure and steady. "Hello, love," she murmured. "That old back of yours acting up again?"

Without raising his head, the dog rolled mournful eyes in her direction. Another furry head bumped Rachel's elbow, and she reached around to pat Hamilton, Ben's gray and white Maine coon cat. When the cat turned his attention to Holly, she looked as thrilled as if she were meeting a movie star. She set the acupuncture case on the floor and knelt to pet him.

With Ben looking on like a worried father, Rachel listened to Sebastian's heart and lungs, and gently probed his abdomen to make sure he didn't have a simple bellyache from the rich treats Ben fed him. "His vital signs are normal," she told Ben, returning her stethoscope to her bag. "I'll give him another acupuncture treatment for his back pain and see how he does."

Ben, squeamish about watching the needles go in, turned away and gazed out over the back yard flower garden.

Settling cross-legged on either side of the dog, Rachel and Holly nudged him onto his stomach and stroked him until he relaxed. Rachel tore open a package of long, fine needles, located acupoints with her fingertips, and inserted four needles just under the skin along the dog's spine. With tiny alligator clips, she connected wires to the needles and to the battery-operated electrical stimulator. When she turned on the low-level current, the dog's back rippled but he didn't react otherwise.

"Good boy," Rachel murmured. "Okay, Ben, you can look now."

He did, but winced at the sight of Sebastian with needles protruding from his back like porcupine quills.

"It's not hurting him." Rachel punched in twenty minutes on her pocket timer. "Want me to stick a few needles in you to prove it?"

Angie and Holly laughed at Ben's expression of horror. "Whoa," he said, raising both hands to ward off the threat. "I'll take your word for it."

Just then footfalls sounded on the porch steps, and they all looked around. Cam Taylor stood at the screen door. He rapped on the frame once, then opened the door and stepped onto the porch.

"What the hell?" Ben sprang forward to intercept him. "You can't just walk in here. Why are you back, anyway?"

Rachel said, "Maybe he wants to apologize to Holly and me for endangering our lives."

Taylor ignored her sarcasm and spread his hands as if in supplication. Rachel's eyes were drawn to the stump of the third finger on his right hand, and she wondered briefly, as she had before, how he'd lost it.

"Yes," he said, "I did come back to tell you I'm sorry and make sure you're all right. I'm under a lot of pressure, I've got a lot on my mind. But that's no excuse. Will you accept my apology?"

Rachel hesitated, reluctant to let him off the hook. The man's face was flushed, and half-moons of sweat soaked the underarms of his blue shirt, but his hair, brown shot through with gray, looked as if he'd tried to tame it before he joined them. He gave her a sheepish smile that made him seem boyish and almost handsome.

Rachel sighed. His apology sounded forced, but at least he'd made the effort. "Sure," she said.

"All right, you've apologized," Ben said. "Now you can leave. And don't come back this time."

Sebastian whimpered, probably reacting to Ben's harsh tone. Rachel stroked his head.

"I want to apologize to you too," Taylor said. "I got worked up and I said some things I probably shouldn't have. If you'll just hear me out and take a look at the business plan I've put together—"

"I've already heard your story more than once," Ben said.

"I don't think you've grasped what's at stake here," Taylor said. Rachel heard the strain in his voice as he tried to speak in a calm, measured tone. "We lost the radio station years ago, and if the Advocate disappears too, the people of Mason County won't have any source of local news. They won't have anybody to speak for them, to ask the tough questions—"

"Listen to me," Ben said. "One last time: I'm not handing you a check. I don't care what you call it—a loan, an investment—I'm not under any obligation to support you."

"I'm not asking for myself," Taylor protested. A slight edge to his voice and a spark in his eyes, quickly smothered, hinted at the anger he was struggling to control. He gestured at his faded blue shirt and worn khaki pants. "Look at me. Do I look like I care about money? If money meant anything to me personally, I wouldn't even be in Mason County. I care about the people. They depend on the paper to look out for their interests."

"All I know is that you came into my house and started threatening me—"

"Threatening you?" Taylor said with a little laugh. "That's an exaggeration, isn't it? I've just tried to make you see where I stand on ... certain things. Things you probably don't want to talk about in front of your friends."

Taylor glanced at Rachel, who regarded the two men with fresh interest. Something was going on here that she couldn't identify, something more than a man asking for a loan that Ben didn't want to give.

Ben's gaze jumped from Rachel to Holly to Angie, and the sudden apprehension in his eyes made Rachel all the more curious about the subtext of his exchange with Taylor.

"I'm through talking to you," Ben said. "You're leaving right now."

He grabbed Taylor's arm and tried to push him out the door. Younger, bigger, and stronger, Ben should have had the advantage, but Taylor caught the door jamb with both hands and held on. His color deepened alarmingly, and Rachel wondered if he had a heart or hypertension problem.

"Ben," she said, "calm down, please. This is ridiculous." She wanted to rise and put herself between the two of them, but Sebastian had begun to tremble and she couldn't abandon him.

Taylor was losing his tenuous self-control. He glared at Ben. "You gave a million dollars to a damned animal shelter, while children right here in Mason County are going hungry—"

"You don't know what you're talking about," Angie exclaimed. She stepped up to face Taylor. "Ben gives a lot of money to help children, but he doesn't brag about what he does the way you do. And he doesn't steal people's money like you stole from my mom and dad."

"Stole? I didn't steal anything from—"

"That's enough." Ben pried Taylor loose from the jamb, shouldered the screen door all the way open, and shoved him out onto the steps.

Rachel gasped when Taylor stumbled backward, windmilling his arms for balance. Ben caught him before he fell, and without pausing he propelled Taylor down the steps and into the yard. As they disappeared around the side of the house, Rachel heard Taylor yelling, "If people knew the truth about you, if they knew what you've done—"

Then silence.

(Continues...)



Excerpted from Broken Places by Sandra Parshall Copyright © 2010 by Sandra Parshall. Excerpted by permission of Poisoned Pen Press. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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  • Posted December 4, 2009

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    a fabulous amateur sleuth

    In Mason County, Virginia, veterinarian Rachel Goddard and her assistant Holly Turner come to the home of noted cartoonist Ben Hern to see his famous dog and cat. They overhear a nasty spat between newspaper publisher Cam Taylor whose paper is in financial trouble, and Hern , who also uses the name of artist Benicio Hernandez. Ben refuses to give Cam any money to save the paper.

    Rachel and Holly leave Ben's mansion, but sees Cam's car on the side of the road so they stop to offer assistance, but he is not there. They hear gunfire in the nearby woods and go to look; they find Cam's corpse. Not long after that, Cam's house burns to the ground; after the building cools a dead woman whose body has bullets is found inside. The sheriff assumes the second corpse is Cam's wife Meredith. Another person is killed and Ben's mom vanishes. If that is not enough Rachel's lover deputy sheriff Tom Bridger's former girlfriend Leslie Taylor, daughter of two of the dead, needs her ex allegedly for solace. Fearing for their loves and needing to know what happened, Rachel makes inquiries only to learn her late friend Cam apparently was trying to extort money from various sources like Ben.

    The third Rachel Goddard veterinary whodunit (see Disturbing the Dead and Heat of the Moon) is a fabulous amateur sleuth with some police procedural elements as the heroine recognizes the potential danger she and Holly are in. Thus she investigates the homicides, but what she finds tear into her gut as she links the killings back to 1960s activism, 2009 blackmail and other secrets that have left corpses behind and threaten relationships with a destruction of trust.

    Harriet Klausner

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