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Seeds of Vengeance (Kendall O'Dell Series #4)
     

Seeds of Vengeance (Kendall O'Dell Series #4)

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by Sylvia Nobel
 

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Reporter Kendall O'Dell is dragged into a frightening world of secrets and intrigue after the remains of a prominent judge are discovered at a secluded Arizona ranch. As she narrows down the possible suspects, Kendall finds her life—and her engagement to be married—in jeopardy. Torn between withdrawing from the case for her own safety and following a

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Reporter Kendall O'Dell is dragged into a frightening world of secrets and intrigue after the remains of a prominent judge are discovered at a secluded Arizona ranch. As she narrows down the possible suspects, Kendall finds her life—and her engagement to be married—in jeopardy. Torn between withdrawing from the case for her own safety and following a shocking secret in the hopes of solving the murder, Kendall becomes enmeshed in a case that grows more frightening every day. 

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"Rich character development and spirited dialogue."  —Dr. Maureen Jones-Ryan, editor, Today's Arizona Woman

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ISBN-13:
9780982441497
Publisher:
Nite Owl Books
Publication date:
09/01/2006
Series:
Kendall O'Dell Series , #4
Sold by:
Barnes & Noble
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
385
Sales rank:
189,259
File size:
1 MB

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Seeds of Vengeance

A Kendall O'Dell Mystery


By Sylvia Nobel

Nite Owl Books

Copyright © 2007 Sylvia Nobel
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-9824414-9-7


CHAPTER 1

I should have been paying attention. But, I wasn't. Instead of tuning into the animated chatter of our informal editorial meeting, staying focused on story assignments and considering proposed feature possibilities from my co-editor, Morton Tuggs, and staff reporters, Jim and Walter, my thoughts rolled away like a tumbleweed in a stiff wind.

If I angled the ring finger of my left hand just right, the two-carat diamond caught the luminous rays of November sunlight slanting through the blinds behind me. The mesmerizing collage of radiant colors temporarily resurrected the giddy elation that had consumed me when Tally slipped it on my finger that glorious Saturday evening twelve days ago. A mere forty-eight hours later, my sky-high euphoria had crashed and burned. The very day we'd planned to announce our engagement to his mother, Ruth, came word that Tally's uncle, Superior Court Judge Riley C. Gibbons, had been reported missing, having failed to return from a weekend elk-hunting trip in the Coconino National Forest near Flagstaff. Despite a rigorous ground and air search conducted by the Yavapai County Sheriff's Office and Posse, of which Tally was an active member, hopes dimmed that the judge would be found alive in the rugged wilderness after a fierce winter storm slammed into the area. It sent temperatures plunging and blanketed the northern part of the state with more than two feet of snow, while lower elevations endured three days of snow flurries interspersed with icy rain.

Much to my dismay, Tally had suggested that, in light of his mother's fragile emotional state and her deepening despair concerning the fate of her former brother-in-law and lifelong friend of Tally's late father, Joseph Talverson, it would be advisable to delay our announcement until there was some news of the judge's whereabouts. It was hardly a secret that I resided at the very top of Ruth Talverson's least favorite persons list and even though Tally hadn't stated it aloud, I knew he feared that the knowledge that I would soon be her daughter-in-law might push his mother to the brink of a mental meltdown, where in my mind the disagreeable woman had never been all that far from in the first place.

I swiveled the chair a few inches to my left and glanced out the window, amazed at the surreal transformation of the normally bone-dry desert now covered with two inches of fresh snow dumped during the second storm in slightly over a week. An anomaly to be sure. A mound of creampuff clouds obscured the craggy mountain peaks while the surrounding foothills looked as if they'd been sprinkled with powdered sugar. Across the street in the vacant lot, the stately saguaro cactus had assumed a rather whimsical appearance, sporting a cap of frosty silver while the tips of its six upturned arms reminded me of white mittens. Snow. I hadn't thought I'd ever see it again since leaving Pennsylvania last April. After sweating my brains out for the past eight months, the longest, hottest summer of my entire life had mercifully ended. I'd have to check to be sure, but I think autumn consisted of approximately five hours followed by this sudden winter. Bam. No subtlety to the weather here in the desert, no sir. Back East, the first week of November usually ushered in endless months of leaden gray skies. Not here. Today, brilliant sunlight prevailed, promising to bump the temperature up into the 50's, which to me seemed totally comfortable at last, but had my co-workers scurrying to don winter coats and whine vociferously about the freezing cold. Apparently I still had not yet undergone the magical blood-thinning phenomenon that supposedly affects people who relocate from colder regions to Arizona. Because of the expected warm-up, Tally had informed me that he would not be coming into the office so that he could participate in the search party once again. After spending a blissful night together snuggled in each other's arms, he'd grimly advised me at breakfast this morning that if the judge wasn't found by the end of the day, it was likely the search would be called off. Permanently. It was obvious by his anxious glance that he feared such a decision would magnify his mother's ongoing emotional crisis.

"Which means what?" I'd demanded, eyeing him with suspicion, my tone edging towards petulant. "Are you saying that we postpone telling her indefinitely?"

"Well ... um...."

The ensuing hesitation transmitted volumes. "Tally! Our engagement party is less than six weeks away." His noncommittal shrug combined with his taciturn expression ignited my ultra-short fuse. I inhaled to the bottom of my lungs before responding in a voice that sounded perfectly reasonable to me. "How long do you think it's going to be until someone tells her that we've rented the entire ballroom at the Whispering Winds?"

Appearing pained, he began, "Look, I understand how you feel —"

"Do you? In case you've forgotten, you invited half this town, and my whole family is coming, including some cousins from Ireland I haven't seen since I was in high school!" I smacked my hand on the table for emphasis, causing my new kitten, Marmalade, to leap about three feet in the air. Orange fur spiked on her back and claws scrabbled on the tile for traction as she streaked from the kitchen.

Observing the kitten's reaction to my outburst, Tally leveled me a perceptive frown and pushed away from the table. "Well, I wondered how long it would take," he groused, crossing to snatch his fleece-lined Levi's jacket and black Stetson from the coat rack. "Apparently your promise to practice the fine art of patience is now history. And in less than two weeks."

"Tally —"

"Look, it's not going to be a big deal if we wait a few more days. You're being overly dramatic as usual and just a tad unreasonable."

I thought my chest would burst. "Come on, Tally, give me a break. I think ... I believe I've been super patient so far and I know how much you're dreading this encounter — trust me I am too — but we have to tell her tonight. Delaying is not going to make it any easier. She's going to hate the idea of us being married whether she finds out tonight, a month from now, or — and please don't take this the wrong way — whether your uncle is found today or not. So ... can't we just get it over with?"

He jammed his hat on. "Also typical. It's your way or no way."

Remembering the look of wounded agitation darkening his ruggedly handsome features before he'd stomped out the door made my heart shrink with regret. I wished now that I could take back my ultimatum. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to wait until the weekend. When, oh when, would I ever learn to keep my mouth shut?

As if sensing my unhappy thoughts, Walter Zipp piped up, "Hey, Kendall, any more news about Judge Gibbons since they found his pickup on that forest service road?"

I turned back to the group. "Nope."

Lips pursed solemnly, he murmured, "That's too bad."

"Yeah," I concurred, hoping against hope that a miracle would occur and they'd find the man today alive and well. But, what were the chances of surviving a second storm with sub-zero temperatures?

"Kind of a strange coincidence that he disappeared at this particular time, if you ask me," Jim Sykes remarked, flicking a lock of bleached blond hair away from his forehead while he eyed us with his usual bratty know-it-all smirk.

All eyes turned to him, so I asked, "What makes you say that?"

He tipped his chair back, laced his fingers behind his neck, and said with an air of self-importance, "Oh, nothing much." He paused for effect before continuing with, "It's probably just a fluke, but ah ... guess who I heard was back in town?"

"Who?" we all chimed in simultaneously.

"Randy Moorehouse."

Tugg nodded sagely. "Je-zuss. I wondered if he'd come back here."

Walter Zipp, who'd hired on less than two months earlier, echoed my own puzzlement. "Who's Randy Moorehouse?"

Jim threw in, "A real bad-ass dude better known to his old biker buddies as Pig Pen."

Tugg chuckled. "I'm not sure why he's called that, but you can ask Tally when you see him. I remember him mentioning one time that he went to high school with Moorehouse and his sister."

I frowned at Jim and Tugg. "So, what's the guy's connection with the judge?"

"Ready for a gruesome story?"

I perked up. "Always."

"Hmmm. Let's see, I guess it's been about ten years ago," Tugg began, looking introspective. "I was still working at the Arizona Republic in Phoenix at the time, but from what I recall Moorehouse was sentenced to Death Row for murdering his old lady."

"Really? He killed his mother?"

A wry smile. "No. Old lady is biker lingo for girl-friend, right, Jim?"

"Correctomunde," he replied, a speculative gleam lighting his eyes. "Of course, Randy swore up and down that he'd been framed, but he couldn't explain why the ax that had been used to chop the poor lady up like a cube steak was found hidden underneath his mobile home two days later."

"Interesting," I murmured, repulsed, but oddly intrigued as well.

"Moorehouse had been in trouble a couple of times before. He was a member of an outlaw biker gang called the Desert Devils." Tugg continued, "Three weeks ago he was released from prison."

"Why?"

He shook his head in disgust. "You know the drill. One of these zealous anti-death-penalty lawyers got hold of his case and after eight years of appeals finally got him a new trial. The prosecution's main witness, a woman who claimed she'd seen him and another man standing alongside his motorcycle close to where the body was found that night, could not be located. The blood evidence against him had been misplaced and they could not conduct any DNA tests so ..." he palmed his hands upward, "the judge overturned his conviction."

Jim leaned forward expectantly. "Who do you think put Randy Moorehouse on Death Row in the first place?"

Uh-oh. An uneasy mixture of excitement and cold dread wrestled around in my stomach. "I'm guessing the honorable Judge Riley C. Gibbons."

Jim clicked his tongue and nodded. "Bingo."

I sat back in my chair. Well, well. That added a disturbing element to the equation. Thus far, none of our inquiries to the sheriff's office had netted any hint of foul play. If Tally was aware of the man's return, he hadn't mentioned it to me. And now with this evening's showdown looming, did I dare broach the subject to him beforehand? No. Probably best to wait and tell him afterwards. "Walter, why don't you see what you can find out about Mr. Moorehouse's activities since he's come back to town," I suggested, jotting it on the assignment sheet. "And it might also be noteworthy to check out some of the judge's other cases and determine if anyone else may have had a score to settle with him."

His face fell. "How much time do you want me to spend on this? There are probably hundreds of cases and I'm betting the cops are checking them out right now."

"I'm sure they are, but they've got a lot of fish to fry and we've got time."

"Okay. How far back do you want me to go? It could take months."

I pondered his question. He had a point. Since the U.S. Supreme Court changed the law, Arizona juries now imposed the death penalty instead of judges. "Concentrate on cases prior to 2002, but I'm also interested in unexpected rulings like hung juries or mistrials, questionable plea deals, anything where either the accused or members of the victim's families may have felt the judge rendered an incorrect decision. Who knows how many people are out there holding a grudge."

He saluted. "I'm all over it."

We nailed down assignments for the next day and then moved on to the following week. "Jim, can you do a piece on the antique car show opening next weekend?"

"Can't. I'm gonna be out of town."

I had forgotten and made note of it.

"I'll take it," Tugg offered, scribbling on his notepad. "A pal of mine's entering a car he just restored."

I studied the list of upcoming events. "Okay, well, Walter, if you can cover the bowling tournament and square dance competition, I'll handle the dedication of the old Hansen House and do a piece on the arts and crafts festival. I have to be out at the fairgrounds anyway since I promised Ginger I'd help her and Nona in their booth for a couple of hours Saturday afternoon."

Walter scratched his sizeable belly and yawned. "Will do."

The four of us exchanged story ideas for another fifteen minutes or so and then chairs scraped as everyone rose. I chatted a few minutes longer with Tugg and he'd no sooner ambled out than Ginger appeared in the doorway, her honey-colored eyes sparkling. She tapped the thick pile of folders cradled in one arm and announced with an eager smile, "Sugar, put on your thinkin' cap. We got a boatload o' decisions to make about this here shindig. You want to mosey on over to the Iron Skillet and yak over lunch or ya want me to snag us a couple of sandwiches off the roach coach and eat at your desk?"

I made a face at her. "Is it just me, or do the words roach and sandwich not sound terribly appetizing in the same sentence?"

Giggling, she swiped a hand in my direction. "Oh, flapdoodle, the food ain't that bad. But, any hoot, I'd just as soon scoot over yonder to the café. A little bird told me today's special is their signature homemade chicken potpie."

I grinned. "Say no more."

"Gimme five and I'll meet ya out front." She scurried down the hallway and I smiled to myself and thought as I had many times these past eight months how lucky I was to have found a loyal friend like Ginger King. It had been her idea to have an engagement party in the first place, and she was so pumped that she'd insisted on assuming responsibility for the lion's share of details involved in the planning — extra details that I couldn't seem to wedge into my tight schedule.

Chicken potpie. My usually robust appetite, dulled by the tense exchange with Tally earlier, returned with a vengeance that sent my belly into a series of squeaky spasms. Best eat a hearty meal now because I had a feeling I'd be too stressed out to eat again before driving out to the Starfire Ranch for my five o'clock rendezvous with Tally. I shrugged into my windbreaker and hauled my purse from the bottom desk drawer. By the time I got to the reception area Tugg's daughter, Louise, was positioning the headset over her short, dark curls. She issued me a full-toothed grin while chirping, "Good morning, Castle Valley Sun." I smiled back. Luckily for us she'd agreed to help out in a pinch by assisting Ginger at the reception desk and temporarily holding down the fort in classifieds until we had news of our absent — and much missed employee — Lupe Alvarez. She'd been deported back to Mexico where she awaited word on her application for legal immigration. I still suffered a measure of guilt knowing that my involvement in the mind-boggling story I'd broken only weeks ago had made me partially responsible for her deportation. We'd all been heartened when our new publisher, Thena Rodenborn, had agreed to hire an immigration attorney to help expedite her case.

My mouth dropped open at the sight of Ginger bundled into a bulky coat, hat, scarf and fur-lined boots. "Good grief, Ginger, it's not that cold outside. This isn't Alaska."

"Speak for yourself, darlin'," she sniffed, pulling on a pair of bubblegum pink gloves. "Wait 'til you been here a while longer. Pretty soon when it drops below seventy degrees you'll be huntin' for a sweater like the rest of us."

Once outside, I had to admit it was chillier than I'd expected. When a strong gust of icy wind grabbed a handful of my hair and slapped it across my face, I zipped the windbreaker a little higher and stuffed my hands into the pockets. Watching the parade of fluffy white clouds sail across the sky, I couldn't suppress a pang of sadness when I thought about the plight of Judge Gibbons. Even though Tally had told me he was in excellent physical shape for age sixty-two, what were the odds that he could still be alive after almost two weeks in the elements? I chastised myself again for appearing to be unsympathetic in Tally's eyes. I'd make it up to him later.

I found the cold weather bracing, but Ginger's teeth were chattering like a pair of maracas after we'd walked the three blocks to the Iron Skillet. Pushing inside the double glass doors, a wall of warm air saturated with animated conversation and clanking dishes met us as we threaded our way through the crowded restaurant answering the friendly waves and greetings of local townspeople. The appetizing aroma of oil-drenched French fries lifted my spirits as we slid into a booth. "Aren't you going to take off your coat?" I asked, peeling mine away and setting it beside me on the red vinyl seat.


(Continues...)

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Sylvia Nobel is the author of Chasing Rayna, Dark Moon Crossing, Deadly Sanctuary, and The Devil's Cradle, and is a member of Mystery Writers of America. She lives in Phoenix, Arizona.

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Seeds of Vengeance (Kendall O'Dell Series #4) 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 120 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Seeds of Vengeance is definetely an 'OH MY GOD' book. As the reader gets deeper into the book you find yourself saying 'OH MY GOD', next page, 'OH MY GOD', turn the page again, 'OH MY GOD'. I have the entire series of Kendall mysteries and am always begging for more. With each new Kendal mystery, I go back and re-read all of them, Deadly Sanctuary, The Devil's Cradle, Dark Moon Crossing and enjoy them all over again. Sylvia has the gift for writing.
Guest More than 1 year ago
What a ride Seeds of Vengeance took me on. It brought out emotions in me that I forgot I had. So many of the events were cliffhangers but the scene in the old ice house left me spellbound with my hands clutched to the book. It guided me into the previous characters in Kendall¿s adventures then moved forward to the new adventure with more intriguing and well-developed characters. I feel like the storyline had even more chills and thrills than the previous adventures if that`s at all possible. Just when things get tense Nobel injects humor. The surprise meeting among Kendall, Tally, her fiancé, and Grant, her ex-fiancé is off the wall hilarious. Whenever Ginger, her friend and co-worker, enter into the picture she brings me laughter and good feelings. She is priceless. The eloquence in which this book glides me through Arizona¿s landscapes and sky formations allures me back to revisit this fabulous country. Upon finishing the book I paged though it to remind me how cleverly the clues were snuggled into the story. What a challenge Nobel put me through while reading Vengeance. My mind struggled to figure out what character was the culprit. It see-sawed from one to another only to find out that I was outsmarted in the end. It¿s incredible the trouble Kendall can get herself into. Just when I think she does it all she gets herself into a bigger mess and takes me on another unforgettable rocky ride with her..
Guest More than 1 year ago
Another snappy, dialogue-driven novel by mystery thriller writer, Sylvia Nobel, kept this reader glued to her favorite reading chair and her family dinnerless! The book's character twists were equally riveting and gruesome. Ms. Nobel shows love for her home state through her rich descriptions of Arizona's landscapes. Bring on book number five, Sylvia!
SusieMartin More than 1 year ago
This is my first time reading Sylvia Nobel but it definitely won’t be the last time I read one of her books.  I thoroughly enjoyed every page!  This is a mystery that will grab the reader from the beginning and not let go until the last page.  I found myself reading in my car at lunch time, and late at night just to get a few more pages read.  Character development was excellent, although I would have liked to see more interactions between the main character, Kendall and her friend Ginger – Ginger could have been a lot of fun.  Subplots were also well developed and kept the reader entertained.  I do have to say I figured out the villain quickly and there were not many red herrings tossed out to disguise it.  The descriptions of the Arizona landscape were vivid and I could feel myself there and imagine the surrounds exactly as described.  Even with me figuring out the “bad guy” I still enjoyed this book immensely!  In fact, I am anxious to begin another Sylvia Noble book. THIS BOOK WAS PROVIDED FREE OF CHARGE FOR AN HONEST BOOK REVIEW.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is a new author for me and so glad I read this. Quite the page turner and trying to figure out who-done-it. I am definitely going to read more of this series.
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I enjoyed this read from beginning to end.
MKPMRP More than 1 year ago
This was a very fun read. Nice murder mystery set in modern times. Well worth the read. 
rmd270 More than 1 year ago
This was the best Kendall O'Dell story in the 4 book series to date. Great mystery coupled with many background stories all interwoven into Kendall's upcoming wedding to Tally. This was the best edge of your seat mystery with direct links to Tally and his family. Also making a surprise appearance and well written into the story is Kendall's ex-fiance. Can't wait to read the upcoming 5th story in the series.
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This book started out slowly but got better as it went along. I was pretty surprised. I may read more of her books (Kendall O'Dell)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is a wonderful who done it.  It keeps you guessing and wanting more right up to the end.   It is written in such a way that you feel like you are right there with the characters. Great read.
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good mystery/romance
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed the book very much. It had a little bit of everything. There was somewhat of a love triangle. You really do not know what happens until the end and that held my interest. There was adventure, The characters in the book seemed very real. I thought it was a very good mystery.
GarBear51 More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed this book very much. It kept me intrigued the entire time.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
this was a great book. i like the author so will read more. once i find an author i like , i try to read all the books.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A true mystery until the end, and the various twists and turns of the story kept you captivated. You didn't know which direction Kendall would go until near the end. A good read.
cwgeorge More than 1 year ago
Kept me guessing. Great read.
AnnieLiz More than 1 year ago
I *really* enjoyed this book - way more than I expected I would. The plot is strong and the writing is stronger. I was hooked from the first page and sad when the story ended. Having grown up in SW NM, many of the places mentioned in the book were familiar to me which added a layer of interest for my personal enjoyment. But the book is great overall and I highly recommend it! I can't wait to get the first three books in the Kendall O'Dell series.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I really enjoy these series as I have been living in Arizona just for a short time. I read her first book before moving here and now that I am here, her descriptions of the area are spot on. I also love a good mystery with interesting characters. She blends the mysteries with a little history and I feel engrossed while reading. This is a nice "getaway" read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
although i'm still reading this i must say its worth your time if you love mysteries with a little love story in it.