Cape Refuge (Cape Refuge Series #1)by Terri Blackstock, Alan Nebelthau (Narrated by)
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When Thelma and Wayne Owens are found murdered, floating in the ocean near their coastal Georgia bed and breakfast, their son-in-law Jonathan is arrested for the crimebut his wife Morgan and her sister Blair, Thelma and Wayne's daughters, are confident that he didn't do it and set out to find the real killer.
Mystery and suspense combine in this first book of an exciting new 4-book series by best-selling author Terri Blackstock
Thelma and Wayne Owens run a bed and breakfast in Cape Refuge, Georgia. They minister to the seamen on the nearby docks and prisoners just out of nearby jails, holding services in an old warehouse and taking many of the "down-and-outers" into their home. They have two daughters: the dutiful Morgan who is married to Jonathan, a fisherman, and helps them out at the B & B, and Blair, the still-single town librarian, who would be beautiful if it weren't for the serious scar on the side of her face.
After a heated, public argument with his in-laws, Jonathan discovers Thelma and Wayne murdered in the warehouse where they held their church services. Considered the prime suspect, Jonathan is arrested. Grief-stricken, Morgan and Blair launch their own investigation to help Matthew Cade, the town's young police chief, find the real killer. Shady characters and a raft of suspects keep the plot twisting and the suspense building as we learn not only who murdered Thelma and Wayne, but also the secrets about their family's past and the true reason for Blair's disfigurement.
Author Biography: Terri Blackstock in addition to her novels with Beverly LaHaye, is the best-selling author of the Sun Coast Chronicles, Second Chances, and Newpointe 911 suspense series and other books.
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By Terri Blackstock
ZondervanCopyright © 2002 Zondervan
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The air conditioner was broken at City Hall, and the smell of warm salt air drifted through the windows from the beach across the street. Morgan Cleary fanned herself and wished she hadn't dressed up. She might have known that no one else would. The mayor sat in shorts and a T-shirt that advertised his favorite beer. One of the city councilmen wore a Panama hat and flip-flops. Sarah Williford, the newest member of the Cape Refuge City Council, looked as if she'd come in from a day of surfing and hadn't even bothered to stop by the shower. She wore a spandex top that looked like a bathing suit and a pair of cutoff jeans. Her long hair could have used a brush.
The council members sat with relaxed arrogance, rocking back and forth in the executive chairs they'd spent too much money on. Their critics-which included almost everyone in town-thought they should have used that money to fix the potholes in the roads that threaded through the island. But Morgan was glad the council was comfortable. She didn't want them irritable when her parents spoke.
The mayor's nasal drone moved to the next item on the agenda. "I was going to suggest jellyfish warning signs at some of the more popular sites on the beach, but Doc Spencer tells me he ain't seen too many patients from stings in the last week or so-"
"Wait, Fred," Sarah interrupted without the microphone. "Just because they're not stinging this week doesn't mean they won't be stinging next week. My sign shop would give the city a good price on a design for a logo of some kind to put up on all the beaches, warning people of possible jellyfish attacks."
"Jellyfish don't attack," the mayor said, his amplified voice giving everyone a start.
"Well, I can see you never got stung by one."
"How you gonna draw a picture of 'em when you can't hardly see 'em?"
Everyone laughed, and Sarah threw back some comment that couldn't be heard over the noise.
Morgan leaned over Jonathan, her husband, and nudged her sister. "Blair, what should we do?" she whispered. "We're coming up on the agenda. Where are Mama and Pop?"
Blair tore her amused eyes from the sight at the front of the room and checked her watch. "Somebody needs to go check on them," she whispered. "Do you believe these people? I'm so proud to have them serving as my elected officials."
"This is a waste of time," Jonathan said. He'd been angry and stewing all day, mostly at Morgan's parents, but also at her. His leather-tanned face was sunburned from the day's fishing, but he was clean and freshly shaven. He hadn't slept much last night, and the fatigue showed in the lines of his face.
"Just wait," she said, stroking his arm. "When Mama and Pop get here, it'll be worth it."
He set his hand over hers-a silent affirmation that he was putting the angry morning behind him-and got to his feet. "I'm going to find them."
"Good idea," Morgan said. "Tell them to hurry."
"They don't need to hurry," Blair whispered. "We've got lots of stuff to cover before they talk about shutting down our bed-and-breakfast. Shoot, there's that stop sign down at Pine and Mimosa. And Goodfellows Grocery has a lightbulb out in their parking lot."
"Now, before we move on," Fred Hutchins, the mayor, said, studying his notes as if broaching a matter of extreme importance, "I'd like to mention that Chief Cade of the Cape Refuge Police Department tells me he has several leads on the person or persons who dumped that pile of gravel in my parking spot."
A chuckle rippled over the room, and the mayor scowled. "The perpetrator will be prosecuted."
Blair spat out her suppressed laughter, and Morgan slapped her arm. "Shhh," Morgan tried not to grin, "you're going to make him mad."
"I'm just picturing a statewide search for the fugitive with the dump truck," Blair said, "on a gravel-dumping spree across the whole state of Georgia."
Morgan saw the mayor's eyes fasten on her, and she punched her sister again. Blair drew in a quick breath and tried to straighten up.
"The Owenses still ain't here?" he asked.
While Morgan glanced back at the door, Blair shot to her feet. "No, Fred, they're not here. Why don't you just move this off the agenda and save it until next week? I'm sure something's come up."
"Maybe they don't intend to come," the mayor said.
"Don't you wish," Blair fired back. "You're threatening to shut down their business. They'll be here, all right."
"Well, I'm tired of waiting," the mayor said into the microphone, causing feedback to squeal across the room. Everybody covered their ears until Jason Manford got down on his knees and fiddled with the knob. "We've moved it down the agenda twice already tonight," the mayor went on. "If we ever want to get out of here, I think we need to start arguin' this right now."
Morgan got up. "Mayor, there must be something wrong. Jonathan went to see if he could find them. Please, if we could just have a few more minutes."
"We're not waitin' any longer. Now if anybody from your camp has somethin' to say ..."
"What are you gonna do, Mayor?" Blair asked, pushing up her sleeves and shuffling past the knees and feet on her row. "Shut us down without a hearing? That's not even legal. You could find yourself slapped with a lawsuit, and then you wouldn't even have time to worry about jellyfish and gravel. Where would that leave the town?"
She marched defiantly past the standing-room-only crowd against the wall to the microphone at the front of the room.
Morgan got a queasy feeling in her stomach. Blair wasn't the most diplomatic of the Owens family. She was an impatient intellectual who found her greatest fulfillment in the books of the library she ran. People were something of a nuisance to her, and she found their pettiness unforgivable.
Blair set her hands on her hips. "I've been wanting to give you a piece of my mind for a long time now, Fred."
The people erupted into loud chatter, and the mayor banged his gavel to silence them. "As you know, young lady, the city council members and I have agreed that the publicity from the 20/20 show about Hanover House a few months ago brought a whole new element to this town. The show portrayed your folks as willin' to take in any ol' Joe with a past and even exposed some things about one of your current tenants that made the people of this town uncomfortable and afraid. We want to be a family-friendly tourist town, not a refuge for every ex-con with a probation officer. For that reason, we believe Hanover House is a danger to this town and that it's in the city's best interest to close it down under Zoning Ordinance number 503."
Blair waited patiently through the mayor's speech, her arms crossed. "Before we address the absurdity of your pathetic attempts to shut down Hanover House just because my parents refused to help campaign for you-" Cheers rose again, and Blair forged on. "Maybe I should remind you that Cape Refuge got its name because of the work of the Hanovers who had that bed-and-breakfast before my parents did. It was a refuge for those who were hurting and had no place else to go. I think we have a whole lot more to fear from an ex-con released from jail with a pocketful of change and no prospects for a job or a home, than we do from the ones who have jobs and housing and the support of people who care about them."
Morgan couldn't believe she was hearing these words come out of her sister's mouth. Blair had never sympathized with her parents' calling to help the needy, and she had little to do with the bed-and-breakfast. To hear her talk now, one would think she was on the frontlines in her parents' war against hopelessness.
"Hanover House is one of the oldest homes on this island, and it's part of our heritage," Blair went on. "And I find it real interesting that you'd be all offended by what they do there out in the open, when Betty Jean's secret playhouse for men is still operating without a hitch."
Again the crowd roared. Horrified, Morgan stood up. Quickly trying to scoot out of her row, she whispered to those around her, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't know she was going to say that. She didn't mean it, she just says whatever comes to her mind-"
"Incidentally, Fred," Blair shouted, "I've noticed that you don't have any trouble finding a parking spot at her place!" Blair added.
The mayor came out of his seat, his mouth hanging open with stunned indignation. Morgan stepped on three feet, trying to get to her sister. She fully expected Fred to find Blair in contempt-if mayors did that sort of thing in city council meetings-and order the Hanover House bulldozed before nightfall.
"She didn't mean that!" Morgan shouted over the crowd, pushing toward the front. "I'm sure she's never seen your car at Betty Jean's, have you, Blair? Mayor, please, if I may say a few words ..." She finally got to the front, her eyes rebuking Blair.
Blair wouldn't surrender the microphone. "And I might add, Mayor, that your own parents were on this island because of Joe and Miranda Hanover and that bed-and-breakfast. If I remember, your daddy killed a man accidentally and came here to stay while he was awaiting trial."
The veins in Fred's neck protruded, and his face was so red that Morgan feared the top of his head would shoot right off. "My daddy was never convicted!" he shouted. "And if you're suggesting that he was the same type of criminal that flocks to Hanover House, you are sadly mistaken!"
Morgan reached for the microphone again, her mind already composing a damage-control speech, but her sister's grip was strong.
"After my parents inherited the bed-and-breakfast from the Hanovers," Blair said, "they continued their policy of never harboring anybody illegally. You know that my father works with these people while they're still in prison, and he only agrees to house the ones he trusts, who are trying to turn their lives around. Hanover House gives those people an opportunity to become good people who can contribute to society ... unlike some of those serving on our city council."
Again, there was applause and laughter, and Morgan grabbed Blair's arm and covered the microphone. "You're turning this into a joke!" she whispered through her teeth. "Mama and Pop are going to be mortified! You are not helping our cause!"
"I can handle this," Blair said, jerking it back.
Morgan forced herself between Blair and the microphone. "Your honor ... uh ... Mr. Mayor ... council members ... I am so sorry for my sister's outbursts. Really, I had no idea she would say such things."
Blair stepped to her side, glaring at her as if she'd just betrayed her.
"But I think we've gotten a little off track here. The fact is that Hanover House doesn't just house those who've gotten out of jail. It also houses others who have no place to go."
Art Russell grabbed the mayor's microphone, sending feedback reverberating over the room. "I don't think Cape Refuge is very well served by a bunch of people who have no place else to go."
"Well, that's not up to you, is it, Art?" Blair asked, her voice carrying over the speakers.
"If I may," Morgan said, trying to make her soft voice sound steady, "the question here is whether there's something illegal going on at Hanover House. And unless there is, you have no grounds for closing us down."
The crowd applauded again, but Sarah, the swimsuit-clad councilwoman, dragged the microphone across the table. The cord wasn't quite long enough, so she leaned in. "If there aren't any dangerous people staying at the bed-and-breakfast, then how come 20/20 said Gus Hampton served time for armed robbery and didn't even complete his sentence? And how come your husband was at the dock fighting with your parents just this morning, complaining about Hampton? I heard it myself. Jonathan didn't want you working there around Hampton, and he said it loud and clear."
Blair's eyes pierced Morgan. "Why didn't you tell me this?" she whispered.
"It wasn't relevant," Morgan hissed back, "since I didn't think you'd be the one speaking for us."
The council members all came to attention, their rocking stopped, and they waited for an answer. "If there isn't any danger at Hanover House," Sarah repeated, "then how come your own family's fighting over it?"
Blair tried to rally. "Well, Sarah, when Jonathan gets back here, you can ask him. But meanwhile, the question is simple. Do you have the right to shut down Hanover House, and if you do try to close it, are you financially able to handle the lawsuit that's going to be leveled at this town ... and maybe even at each of you individually?"
"They can't file a lawsuit," Fred said, his face still red.
"Watch us," she bit out. "And the chances of your reelection would be slim at best, since the people of this town love my parents. Most everybody in this town has benefited from their kindness in one way or another."
The crowd applauded again, and cheers and whoops backed up her words. But Morgan realized that it wasn't the cries of the people that would decide the fate of Hanover House. It was those angry members of the city council, sitting there with their hackles up because Blair had insulted them.
"Some call that kindness, others call it naivete," the mayor said. "They'll believe anything anybody tells them. Just because some convict claims he wants to change, doesn't mean he will."
"Thank goodness they believed your daddy," Blair said, "or you might not be sitting on this island in some overpriced chair!"
As the crowd expressed their enjoyment again, Morgan pressed her fingertips against her temples and wondered where her parents were. If they would just rush in right now and take over the microphone, she knew they could turn this around.
While the mayor tried to get control of the crowd again, Morgan looked fully at Blair, pleading for her to surrender the mike and not do any more harm. But Blair's scathing look told Morgan that her sister was in this to the end. The burn scar on the right side of Blair's face was as red as the mayor's face. It always got that way when she was upset, reminding Morgan of her sister's one vulnerability. It was that imperfect half of her face that kept her unmarried and alone-and it had a lot to do with the hair-trigger temper she was displaying now.
"Order, now! Come on, people-order!" the mayor bellowed, banging his gavel as if he were hammering a nail.
The sound of sirens rose over the crowd's noise, cutting across the mayor's words and quieting the crowd. Those on the east side of the building, where Morgan and Blair stood, craned their necks to see out the open window, trying to figure out where the fire trucks and police cars were heading.
Excerpted from Cape Refuge by Terri Blackstock Copyright © 2002 by Zondervan
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Terri Blackstock has sold over seven million books worldwide and is a New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author. She is the award-winning author of Intervention, Vicious Cycle, and Downfall, as well as such series as Cape Refuge, Newpointe 911, the SunCoast Chronicles, and the Restoration Series. Visit her website at www.terriblackstock.com Facebook: tblackstock Twitter: @terriblackstock
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i hated reading before i read this book.the reason i read this book is because i have had a book report to do. I was sad because the book is like 385 pages which is a lot for some one who hates to read. this book is excellent some nights i was up to like 12:00 at night reading. you can not put this book down. this book is so good that i asked my parents for the rest of the series.
This is a wonderful book. Very entertaining.
This is my 3rd time reading Cape Refuge. The first time on my own, and the 2nd and 3rd time for book clubs. I Absolutely Love this series.This 3rd time I read it brought me back to the characters I didn't want to see end. I need to reread the rest.
Telling the whole story in you review is not helpful Give a quick review if you like it or not and why But telling the story chapter by chapter is not helpful Geez Why read it * you've done it for us
Enjoyed all her books I've read so far. They don't contain all the sexual language and graphic violence. Much more relaxing read.
it was nice reading a book without cussing and sex. It was based on God and how even christians have really hard times. this is the first of the trilogy and i can't wait to read the last two. I am truly excited about reading again
Another great book by Terri Blackstock. Murder and corruption is the basis of this story as well as ministering to those in need. I love her well-developed and believable characters and the mystery with plenty of plot twists and turns. You are drawn into her books from the beginning, then throughout there are so many suspects and ways that the plot could go that you can’t put it down. I love that there is plenty of suspense without foul language or intimate sex scenes! This is a Christian story that has plenty of persons who have faith as well as those who question faith. It represents where each places this is their life. Highly recommend.
I love Terri Blackstock
I'm a fan of mystery and the Christian aspect made it even better. I love the fact that I can read good fiction without the bad language. This is a great read that will keep you up at night to finish! I'm reading the second book in the series now. It is equally as good.
this was my first terri blackstock novel and i must say that i enjoyed it. i woud recommend this book to anyone who oves a good mystery. my only complaint was that i thought it was a bit drawn out.
When I began this book, I was quite intrigued. After all, it is a Christian mystery. That is a genre I have never read. I grew up reading Erle Stanley Gardner and Agatha Christie where everyone jumped into bed with each other and used foul language right and left. How refreshing this book was in light of that! First of all, the author is a fantastic writer who certainly knows how to develop believable characters and plots with intriguing twists and turns. I was drawn into the book from the very beginning--which is quite refreshing. Furthermore, I absolutely loved that there were no bedroom scenes and no foul language! Yes! I could certainly handle reading more books like this. While the gospel was there, the reader did not feel as though he/she was being beat over the head with Christianity. And finally, I pride myself in the fact that I partially solved the crime. I could follow the author's clues, and that really was exhilarating. Rarely could I ever solve an Agatha Christie or Perry Mason case, but I have a chance with Terri Blackstock. I certainly look forward to reading more of her books. It looks as though this is the first in the series, and it would be nice to read the sequel.
This was so refreshing to read Murder Mystery that is clean and inspirational. This was the first book that I have read by Terri Blackstock and was a great writing. Well written, fast pace, descriptive yet not overly done, inspirational book.
I really enjoyed this first in the series of Cape Refuge, spellbinding, suspenseful couldn't put it down.
Good read, interesting people and a good story.
I was really uplifted by this book, even though it had some emotionally draining parts. I've already bought the others in the series so will move right into them.
This book holds your interest! It has family, God, kindness to others & the best part written about beautiful Savannah & the Georgia Islands.
A nice read with a good storyline and satisfying ending.
A book that I can read that is not filled with explicit sex that I skip over, that is well-written and praises God at the same time. Our media will ignore this wonderful writer, though - they can't allow a Christian to become a best-seller, sad to say.
I read her Restoration series, and this was the second series I have read. I didn't grip me as strongly as the previous series had, but I still found it well-written, entertaining and worth continuing on to the next book. I have recommend this series and author to others. It is nice to have a Christian-thriller genre out there.
You have got to read it
The story was interesting but rather simple. It was based on Christian principles, but no real lesson to be learned.
Awesome read! could not put down!
Enjoyed the multiple story lines and characters. Christian themes throughout. Made me think about how homeless people are viewed and some of the struggles they face.
Morgan and Blair, two sisters, have opposite points of view concerning God and faith, and I love their story in this first book of the Cape Refuge series. Terri Blackstock has written another winner.
I am not much of a reader, but this book was so well written, I was able to read it in two and 1/2 days! Although it dealt with murder, it was not extremely graphic, as this would have appaulled me. Plus, the writer is able to express real thoughts and feelings within her characters that parallel to the thoughts and feeling of people I personally know. I believe this is a well written book which is so suspensefull I had a difficult time putting it down.