Gone to Ground: A Novel

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Amaryllis, Mississippi is a scrappy little town of strong backbone and southern hospitality. A brick-paved Main Street, a park, and a legendary ghost in the local cemetery are all part of its heritage. Everybody knows everybody in Amaryllis, and gossip wafts on the breeze. Its people are friendly, its families tight. On the surface Amaryllis seems much like the flower for which it’s named—bright and fragrant. But the Amaryllis flower is poison.

In the past three years five ...

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Amaryllis, Mississippi is a scrappy little town of strong backbone and southern hospitality. A brick-paved Main Street, a park, and a legendary ghost in the local cemetery are all part of its heritage. Everybody knows everybody in Amaryllis, and gossip wafts on the breeze. Its people are friendly, its families tight. On the surface Amaryllis seems much like the flower for which it’s named—bright and fragrant. But the Amaryllis flower is poison.

In the past three years five unsolved murders have occurred within the town. All the victims were women, and all were killed in similar fashion in their own homes. And just two nights ago—a sixth murder.

Clearly a killer lives among the good citizens of Amaryllis. And now three terrified women are sure they know who he is—someone they love. None is aware of the others’ suspicions. And each must make the heartrending choice to bring the killer down. But each woman suspects a different man.


"The popular novelist's talent continues to flower . . . sales will flourish."

-- Publishers Weekly

“What do you do with a truth that could shatter your world? That’s the question at the heart of this rollercoaster suspense thriller. With memorable characters and intriguing plot twists, Collins leads her readers through a high-octane course as each woman confronts the price she would pay for justice.”

--CBA Retailers + Resources

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Three women conquer their worst fears and overcome obstacles in a chauvinistic Southern town where a serial killer has “gone to ground”— become as hard to dig up as an amaryllis bulb in a garden. Cherrie Mae Devine, Tully Phillips, and Deena Ruckland each reveal a secret and become a trio of praying detectives determined to catch the killer terrorizing the small town of Amaryllis. Each woman thinks the killer is someone perilously close to her. Clue by clue they come closer to the big surprise. An otherwise intelligent Cherrie Mae speaks in unconvincing ebonic dialect when she is supposed to be the smartest person in the ensemble. The way the author italicizes “po” in “police” would be funny, if it were Mark Twain and the 1800s (“It’s just that I done tol everthing I need to the police”). The book moves along briskly, alternating the three women’s voices as they each work through the mystery and come together to share information. The popular novelist’s talent continues to flower despite these flaws, and sales will flourish come spring. Agent: Alive Communications. (Mar.)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781433671630
  • Publisher: B&H Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 3/1/2012
  • Pages: 352
  • Sales rank: 986,372
  • Product dimensions: 5.50 (w) x 8.30 (h) x 1.10 (d)

Meet the Author

Brandilyn Collins is a best-selling novelist known for her trademark Seatbelt Suspense®. She is a three-time American Christian Fiction Writers Book of the Year Award winner and has also received Inspirational Readers’ Choice and Romantic Times Reviewers’ Choice honors. The Writer magazine named her nonfiction release, Getting into Character, among 2002’s best books on writing. Brandilyn and her family have homes in California and Idaho.
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Gone to Ground

By Brandilyn Collins

B&H Publishing Group

Copyright © 2012 Brandilyn Collins
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-4336-7163-0

Chapter One

Cherrie Mae

YOU CAN TELL AN AWFUL LOT BOUT PEOPLE FROM CLEANIN their houses. Like the time I drug a hot pink thong out from under ol Ed McAllister's bed—a lacy little piece a cloth that wouldn't a fit round his wife's hiney in her best days. So what did Verna McAllister do to protect her husband's stellar reputation? Tried to hide her shock while swearin up and down she used that thong for a dust rag. Mm-hmm. Thing's no bigger than a piece a lint. Besides, who cleans that house, her or me?

I've had plenty other revelations. Like when I seen that hoard a sleepin pills stuck down in Alicia May Alkin's sweater drawer— enough to kill at least two and a half people. And her so happy and all after marryin the man a her dreams.

Words is just air. Faces tell you more, if you pay attention. (Most people don't.) But houses, they hold the darkest secrets.

Not that I go pokin round the places I clean. Well, maybe I do, but a woman's got to have somethin to keep her brain goin while she scrubs toilets. Like Sherlock Holmes said, "My mind rebels at stagnation." Besides anybody in this town'll tell you Cherrie Mae Devine's the best housecleaner around. I got my customer list—white and black folk alike—so full there ain't room for one more, and that's a fact. So I figure some rovin eyes now and then ain't gon hurt nobody. I always keep my discoveries to myself.

But mercy, what I seen today.

Austin Bradmeyer, mayor a Amaryllis, is a finicky man. Finicky enough he wants me cleanin his house twice a week—every Thursday and Monday—even though the missus don't work, so what she do all day? The mayor keeps his things just so, and that includes his fancy mahogany office. Big desk and leather chair, a straight-back settee, and huge shelves full a books. The top a the desk is always perfect, no cluttered papers, every pen in the wooden holder. Even his ash tray is always emptied into the trash can. (Which don't keep smokin from bein a nasty habit.) I happen to know that office is Mayor B's private little place. The missus ain't even allowed to go in there.

See, Mayor B ain't as nice and gentlemanly as folks think. I seen him more than once come home for lunch and yell at his wife over nothin. And I mean stompin round, red-faced mad. Fire in his eyes like the devil. So outta control he don't even care I seen him—as if anybody would believe my word over his anyway. Then he'll turn it off, just like that. Light a cigarette and go back to his plastics factory, no doubt smilin at everbody there.

I done lived long enough to know this: people can fool you. You think they one thing—they might be somethin else altogether.

Today, Thursday, Mayor B was at work as usual. His factory has a second shift that goes till 11:00 p.m., but the mayor keeps regular business hours in his office. Mrs. Eva B said she had to run out to Piggly Wiggly, and in case she didn't return before I was through, she left my check on the kitchen counter. The door slammed behind her on her way out. Mrs. B's always in a hurry.

I finished my dustin in the formal dinin room and headed to Mayor B's office, totin my fold-up, two-step stool. Have to drag that thing to ever room to dust up high. House cleanin would be a whole lot easier if I was six foot tall.

In the office I set down my stool and walked to the desk I done dusted a thousand times. And found myself eyein the shiny gold drawer handles.

Like iron filins to a magnet my hand reached for the top drawer. I glanced over my shoulder out to the front hallway, even though I knew nobody was there. My fingers pulled the drawer. It rolled open so easy.

Green hangin files is what I seen. Inside em, folder after beige folder with labels like "City Council" and "Downtown." But the one that caught my eye was "Closet Killings."

That sent a chill rollin down my back.

Three years and five victims. Then, just two nights ago—Lord, have mercy on us—a sixth. I could recite each name and date, knew each woman myself. The whole town did. The population a Amaryllis barely reaches 1,700, so who's not gon know everbody else?

I pulled out the manila folder. Laid it on the desk.

My heart took to trippin.

For a minute I almost put the file back. Didn't want to see, didn't want to know. Instead I opened the folder.

On top sat a full-page color picture a Martha Edgars, from the waist up. Blood all over her, a knife buried in her neck. She'd been shoved in a closet, clothes hangin round her. Her eyes was wide open like she died in utter terror.

I let out a little scream and tipped my face to the ceilin. Jesus, Jesus, Jesus. Couldn't pray no more than the precious Savior's name. My breaths got all staggery, and sweat popped down my back. I leaned against the desk and pulled in air.

Not that I hadn't known how Martha died. But to see it for myself ...

I flipped over the picture. Couldn't bear to see it again. I lowered my eyes—and seen photo #2. Sara Fulgerson. Just as bloody. Knife just as deep in her neck, but the handle was different. Sara's eyes was closed. Like Martha, she was propped up against a closet wall.

My heart liked to beat right outta me. I pressed a hand to my chest.

Martha was my age—sixty-two. Sara, fifty-seven. Both white women.

What crazy voice in my head was it tol me to look at the third picture, I'll never know.

It was Sonya Stelligman, sixty-one. Another knife in the neck, blood everwhere. She sat in her closet. Sonya was a black lady, went to my church. I loved that woman.

Next I saw Alma Withers, only forty-eight when she was killed. Similar stab wound. Then Carla Brewster, sixty-four. Butchered the same way. Alma was white, Carla, black.

There they was—pictures a the first five murders, in order. That Mayor B, he was meticulous, all right.

My knees went weak. I huffed down into Mayor B's chair and leaned back, steadyin myself. Alma's photo still glared up at me, should I turn my face back to it. Last thing I wanted to do.

But there was one more killin—the most recent. Erika Hollinger, white girl jus twenty years old. Husband sent off to the Afghanistan war, then blown to pieces by a bomb six months ago. Erika had been a town wild child, raised by a single mother who drank too much. As for Erika's husband, Brent Hollinger, I'd cleaned his parents' house for years. Watched Brent grow. He was a good boy. I went to his and Erika's weddin—just about the only black face there. Later I went to Brent's funeral. Who'd a guessed within half a year Erika would be dead too. Now, two days after her murder I still didn't know when her funeral would be. The police had yet to release her body.

Somethin beyond me made my hand flip over Alma's picture. And there sat Erika. Knifed in the neck and bloodied, the ends a her thick brown hair clotted in red. Once pretty face all blotched and purple.

My body went to shakin. Good thing Mrs. B didn't choose that time to come home. Don't think I coulda moved.

The whole town knew the victims was all found in their closets. And that one person killed em all. The police said no doubt bout that, because ever crime scene was the same. Now I seen the proof. Each knife handle looked different, but from the size they all looked to be parin knives. Somethin ever woman would have in her kitchen.

I slapped the file shut. Why did the mayor have these pictures?

They had to come from the police. But those men were a tight bunch, two of em father and son. And Chief Adam Cotter ruled the roost. Cotter and Mayor B was tight, too. But the chief had kept a zipped lip on details a the Closet Killings. So to make an extra set a pictures a ever murder for Austin Bradmeyer— and let the man take em home? I couldn't see Mr. I'm-the-Boss-Here Cotter doin that, even for the mayor. Besides, why would Mayor B want those horrible things?

The grandfather clock in the front hallway bonged, bringin me back to my senses. I still had an office to clean. If Mrs. B come back she'd wonder what I been doin with my time.

I picked up the folder—with two fingers like I didn't want to touch it—and spread apart the green hangin file to drop it back in. That's when I seen the ring restin on the bottom a the file.

My heart knew what it was almost before my brain kicked in—and my muscles just plain froze.

Erika Hollinger, born Erika Lokin, got the ring from her mother on her sixteenth birthday, handed down from her great-grandmother. Far as I know she never took it off. Two days ago I seen Erika at the drugstore late that afternoon. She seemed upset. "How you doin?" I touched her arm. She shook her head in that determined way a hers—"I'm fine"—but wiped her eyes. Sad, her bein so young and losin a husband and all. So I took myself home and baked a batch a brownies and carted em over to Erika's house to cheer her up. We ended up sittin on her couch like two good friends—which we really ain't—eatin those brownies and watchin a movie. Around 10:00 I went home, and Erika said she was headed for bed. I tol her to wrap up the brownies so they wouldn't get hard. Erika rolled her big brown eyes but did what I said. She made a big deal a rippin off the plastic wrap while I watched.

And that ring was on her finger.

Sometime that night Erika was killed while sleepin in her bed. Just like the other five. When I heard the awful news yesterday I couldn't believe it. I called the police and tol em I been to Erika's house that very night. Chief Cotter said to come in and give a statement. He took me in that little interrogation room at the station and questioned me up and down. At the end he said, "You by any chance notice Erika's diamond ring on her little finger?"

Later that day I talked to Erika's mama. She also wondered if I seen the ring. Because when the police found Erika's body, she said, that ring was the only thing missin from the house.

Mayor B said nothin bout bein in Erika's house that night she was killed. Why should he be? In fact just this mornin the county paper ran a quote from Mayor B, sayin how sad he was that while he and the wife were safe at home, across town another woman was gettin herself killed.

Now here sat Erika's ring in Mayor B's desk drawer.

Somethin in my belly started to tremble. I set down the folder and picked up that ring. Looked inside the gold band. There they was—Erika's great-grandmother's initials: A.K.L.

I dropped the ring back in the folder like it was on fire.

Cherrie Mae, you know you crazy for what you thinkin. You know theys an explanation.

I looked from those awful pictures to the ring.

Trophies? I seen crime shows on TV. I know crazed killers keep such things. And we sure did have ourselves a crazy killer in Amaryllis.

But it ain't Austin Bradmeyer, Cherrie Mae, come on, girl.

Maybe Mayor B kept those pictures to remind hisself how much he wanted to catch the Closet Killer. Least that's what he says all the time.

Fine then. What about the ring? The police might a given him a set a those pictures, but they didn't even know he had that ring.

I heard the Bradmeyers' front doh open. My body jerked. I threw the picture file back in the hangin folder and slid the drawer shut. Snatched up my dust rag, heart rattlin in my chest.

"I'm back, Cherrie Mae!" Mrs. B called.

"Yes, ma'am. I'm in the office." Somehow my voice came out normal. I heard Mrs. B's footsteps comin and started dustin like my life depended on it.

Fact was, it did.

By the time I got outta that house, my mouth run dry and my knees wobbled. I loaded my car with all my supplies and the stool, and slid inside to rest my head against the steerin wheel. Surely I was as good as dead. Me, a woman livin alone in Amaryllis, and knowin what I did. What was I gon do? I couldn't keep quiet bout somethin this big. And I couldn't tell nobody neither.

Because who in town's gonna believe the likes a five-foot-high Cherrie Mae Devine when she says the mayor's the one who killed them six women?


Excerpted from Gone to Ground by Brandilyn Collins Copyright © 2012 by Brandilyn Collins. Excerpted by permission of B&H Publishing Group. 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 May 28, 2012

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    This book, although different from most of hers, is every bit a page turner and just as twisted as all the others. I always figure out whodonnit in Collins' books, just to be slapped in the face with a totally different culprit that I never saw coming. This was no exception.

    You simply must read this book. But, you'll have to hang onto your seat... oh yeah, and don't forget to breathe.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 26, 2012

    Fun to read

    Interesting story. I guessed who killed victims 1-5 but wasn't sure about #6. The ladies were amusing. A fast read. Good escapism.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 30, 2012

    Gone to Ground is a serial killer murder mystery told from the p

    Gone to Ground is a serial killer murder mystery told from the perspective of three women. Each of these women believes they know who committed the murders, and all have something to lose by coming forward. Amaryllis, Mississippi is not the type of town where murders happen, but now a serial killer has the whole town on edge. Brandilyn Collins takes us into the lives of these three women as they try to do the right thing.

    You are first introduced to Cherrie Mae, the senior of the three ladies possessing the grace and wisdom of a mature Christian. She cleans houses and finds information that leads her to think that one of her employers is the killer. There is a dialect used for her narration, but it is not overdone and doesn’t interfere with the flow of the story. Tully, a young pregnant woman, believes that her abusive husband may be the murderer. Deena, a beauty shop owner, is afraid her special needs brother may be involved. Woven through the book is the story being retold as a newspaper article by Trent, a reporter. All of the characters are likeable and realistic.

    Although the chapters change the point of view, you will never be lost in this chilling tale of murder. I appreciated the Brandilyn Collins’ careful development of each character and clear “voice” for each. Of course, it also helps that the chapters are labeled with the name of the viewpoint! The story brings the three women together so that their lives intertwine. Once again Brandilyn Collins brings suspense, mystery, and faith to her characters in a special way. Of her books I have read, I think this is the best so far.

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  • Posted April 30, 2012

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    I can’t think of a better way to describe Gone to Ground o

    I can’t think of a better way to describe Gone to Ground other than PERFECT! Author Brandilyn Collins sure knows how to hook a reader’s attention and take them on a journey they will think about long after the story is over. With its laugh-out-loud funny quotes from Cherrie Mae, Collins gave this page turner the WOW-factor which made it a heart-stopping, adrenaline pumping, turbulent, whirlwind sleuthing mystery. Once I started, I couldn’t get enough of each Southern Belle and the choices they had to make, fears they had to overcome, and the murder that brought them all together.

    Gone to Ground is told in the first-person perspective from three women who live in the small town of Amaryllis, Mississippi. Each woman, with ages ranging from 19 to 60’s, contributes to the unique southern charm and highly contagious dialect of the novel. Cherrie Mae, a housekeeper for just about everyone in the town, has to be one of the strongest and wisest people in Amaryllis. With this character, Collins captured the heart and soul of southern African American women. She was a sassy, comical, no-nonsense, you-better-listen-to-me-I’m-your-elder kind of lady. Often throughout the story I pictured her to be a few different women from my own church. I loved it! It excited me, and brought out my own Southern Girl Attitude! She was definitely the voice of reason and the glue that held the characters together.

    Tully and Deena are the other two women MC’s in the story. Tully, a teenager about to give birth to her first child with her abusive husband, starts off as a shy and frightened young woman. Because of her love for one man she makes choices, albeit some were better than others, which essentially affect her marriage. Hanging on to the hope that her husband will change, she is forced to decide between doing the right thing and protecting the man she loves. Over the course of the novel, I enjoyed her transformation from humble to courageous. It was genuine, well constructed, and relatable. Deena, a hairdresser, was also a delight to read. She was passionate, witty, and never let any of the men around her push her into doing something she didn’t want to do. And once these women teamed up, they became unstoppable.

    Overall, Gone to Ground is a novel I expected nothing from. I didn’t even expect it to be good. However, I am pleasantly surprised by the amount of enjoyment I received from devouring this novel over the course of a few hours. It’s definitely a quick read with a satisfying conclusion. And a wondrous break from the usual paranormal romance books I read. I recommend this book to everyone, men and woman alike, in hopes that you will find these True Southern Women a great addition to your reading collection.
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    Reviewer: Me

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 20, 2012

    Couldn't put it down

    I have read every book this author has written and loved them all. This book was a different writing style for her, but great. The three main characters were all so different but so real and loveable. Most of the time the 3 women were speaking in first person which to me is usually a turn off, but I read every single word. I did have to put the book down for a few hours so I could get some sleep. I felt I was right there in the mix of it all. Thanks to the author for another great read.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 6, 2015

    Will be checking out other books by this author.  This was a gre

    Will be checking out other books by this author.  This was a great book.......suspenseful right to the end!!! 

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  • Posted March 12, 2012

    In this novel Brandilyn Collins takes us to Amaryllis a little t

    In this novel Brandilyn Collins takes us to Amaryllis a little town in Mississippi where everybody knows everybody. And everybody knows what the other is doing. But nobody knows who `The Closet Killer' is. Three women think they know who he is, but each woman suspects a different man.

    The Closet Killer has murdered five women in the past three years. They were all stabbed with a knife in their neck and were found in their bedroom closet. Now a sixth woman was found murdered.

    Three women are convinced that the man they know has murdered this last victim. Cherrie Mae thinks one of her clients did it. Deena thinks her brother did it. Tully thinks her husband did it. They all have believable arguments to think that the man they know is the killer.
    The women get together and learn from each other that all three men have a motive to have murdered this last victim. Together they try to figure out who the real killer is.

    Gone to Ground is a gripping page-turner. The story was very well written. I loved to read each woman's thoughts and their own manner of speech. This made the characters more real to me.
    Usually I figure out pretty soon who the bad guy is, but not this time. I had not guessed who the killer was. Good job, Brandilyn!

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  • Posted February 16, 2012

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    Not a Nancy Drew Mystery!!

    This book is awesome!! Probably my favorite book from Brandilynn! I enjoyed it so much. Intense, page to page action that will draw you in, and hook you! Great story, great action, great book!

    Three different women, all from a small town in the south, Amaryllis Mississippi. Each so different from the other, a young nineteen year old girl married to a boy a bit older than her, expecting her first baby. Tully Phillips didn't realize she was marrying an abuser, but it didn't take her long to find out. Cherrie Mae Devine, was a older lady who cleaned houses in town, but she was getting older and it was harder on her these days.She loves reading classics and quoting her favorite lines in situations that fit them. Deena Ruckland, once married to John Cotter one of the small town's police officers, the owner of Deena's Cut n Style, knows everyone in town, and cuts most of their hair.

    All three women are connected by the gruesome murders that has their small town in knots. Five murders committed exactly alike and now a sixth murder has taken place and all three women are afraid they know who committed those murders, the only problem, they all think it is three different people.

    Follow this story as they join together to prove who is guilty and who is innocent. As they discover who the real killer is. I have to say the ending caught me by surprise, I was totally caught off guard to who the murderer was, with the exception of the last murder, that was obvious from the beginning of the book. I love books that surprise me like that, and you will love this one too!! 321 pages US $14.99 5 stars

    This book was provided for review purposes only, no payment was received for this review. Thanks to Suspense Zone for having this book sent to me!

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  • Posted February 11, 2012

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    GONE TO GROUND by Brandilyn Collins is a interesting suspense. I enjoyed the suspense in this story and how Deena,Cherrie Mae, and Tully work together to help solve the murder of Erika. A very interesting story that is well written with clear descriptions and strong characters. A must read full of suspense,with interesting characters. Received for an honest review. Details can be found at B&H Publishing Group and My Book Addiction and More/My Book Addiction Reviews.

    RATING: 4

    HEAT RATING: Sweet

    REVIEWED BY: DorothyA,My Book Addiction and More/My Book Addiction Reviews

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