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Shred of Evidence
     

Shred of Evidence

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by Kathy Herman
 

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Dangerous Secrets?

Ellen Jones, first introduced in the Baxter series, enjoys a leisurely lunch at a Seaport restaurant where she overhears a private conversation at the table next to her—and disturbing accusations involving the husband of a woman she has recently befriended.

When Ellen goes to the husband’s employer and cannot get

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Dangerous Secrets?

Ellen Jones, first introduced in the Baxter series, enjoys a leisurely lunch at a Seaport restaurant where she overhears a private conversation at the table next to her—and disturbing accusations involving the husband of a woman she has recently befriended.

When Ellen goes to the husband’s employer and cannot get answers, she digs through old newspaper articles and stumbles onto information too frightening to keep to herself. Will Ellen become enmeshed in speculation and gossip—or will she take the lead and become a catalyst for truth and healing?

Story Behind the Book

“My novels don’t come to me ahead of time; each book flows off the tips of my fingers as I sit down and begin to ‘feel’ the issues deep inside myself. For me, the most intriguing aspect of my writing style is that I don’t plan and outline the stories. I turn my fingers loose and get inside the characters and instinctively know where I need to go. After all the suspense is said and done, my hope is that each story will give us pause. That in the deepest part of our souls, we’ll embrace the depth of what it means to be believers and then be moved to share its powerful simplicity with those who struggle without hope. I want to take my readers inside my characters’ hearts and minds so they will ‘experience’ just how destructive gossip really is and see that it never accomplishes anything God-honoring, whether or not it’s true.”
-Kathy Herman


From the Trade Paperback edition.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780307563484
Publisher:
The Crown Publishing Group
Publication date:
02/04/2009
Series:
A Seaport Suspense Novel
Sold by:
Random House
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
336
Sales rank:
705,241
File size:
2 MB

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A SHRED of EVIDENCE

A Seaport Suspense Novel
By KATHY HERMAN

Multnomah Publishers, Inc.

Copyright © 2005 Kathy Herman
All right reserved.

ISBN: 1-59052-348-2


Chapter One

Julie Hamilton ambled down the front steps and picked up Monday and Tuesday's newspapers, wondering if she dropped dead on the sidewalk if anyone would even notice. Except for a half-hearted wave from a shriveled man living next door, none of the neighbors had even acknowledged that her family had moved in. It wasn't as though they could have missed the U-haul parked in the driveway.

A checker at the grocery store had told her that Seaport functions like several smaller towns within a town. He said that once she found her niche, she'd like it there.

And just how was she supposed to find her niche when she'd hardly spoken to an adult in days? Ross stayed conveniently busy at his Uncle Hank's body shop and found more and more excuses to work late. Much of the time he didn't make it home until just before Sarah Beth went down for the night. He always made time for his daughter, but would be snoring on the couch before Julie got the dinner dishes done.

She went out to the curb and opened the mailbox and found it empty. Like everything else in my life, she thought.

"Mama!"

Julie looked up and saw two tiny bare feet and a smile the size of Texas. Sarah Beth toddled toward her giggling, armsoutstretched, red curls setting off her clear blue eyes.

"You didn't take a very long nap," Julie said, scooping her daughter into her arms.

Sarah Beth laid her head on Julie's shoulder. "I wuv Mama."

"I love you, too. But you need to sleep longer so you can stay up and see Daddy when he gets home."

"Not sweepy. Watch songs." Sarah Beth raised her head, her tiny hands cupped around Julie's face. "Pwease?"

"Oh, all right." How could she say no to those pleading eyes?

Julie carried her daughter inside and sat her in front of the TV, then slipped the Toddler-Sing-Along disc into the DVD player. The phone rang, and she hurried out to the kitchen. "Hello."

"It's me," Ross Hamilton said. "I've gotta stay late and finish painting Adam Spalding's Corvette."

"What am I supposed to do about dinner?"

"Go ahead without me. I'll microwave the leftovers when I get home."

"How late will you be this time?"

"I don't know. Eight. Maybe later. Uncle Hank bumped another job and made this one the priority. Spalding throws his weight around here-and his old man's money. Hank wants to keep him happy."

"Well, by all means, let's keep everyone else happy." Julie cringed at the sarcasm in her voice but decided to make no apology for it.

"Sorry. I'm the only one my uncle trusts to get this done right. Plus, we need the extra money. I'll be home in time to say goodnight to Sarah Beth."

"And then you'll crash in front of the TV and I'll be left twiddling my thumbs. Moving here was supposed to help us reconnect, not push us further apart."

Ross lowered his voice. "I can't talk about this on the phone. I'll see you when I see you. Bye."

Love you, too, she thought.

Julie hung up the phone, then peeked around the corner and saw Sarah Beth in front of the TV, singing off key and happily swaying to the sing-along tunes.

Julie wiped a tear from her cheek. She'd always heard that time heals all wounds. Then why did hers still feel so fresh-and so incurable?

Ellen Jones popped a chocolate caramel into her mouth and typed as fast as the words came to her, then scrolled up the page and reread chapter eleven of her novel. She turned off her laptop, smiling with satisfaction, and threw a pile of empty candy wrappers in the trash.

She got up from her desk and looked outside, her eyes drinking in the calm, glimmering water of Seaport Beach. She heard the front door open, and then her husband's voice calling her name. What was he doing home from Tallahassee on a Tuesday afternoon?

"Guy, I'm up here."

Ellen heard footsteps on the circular staircase that led to the third-story widow's watch she had made into her workplace. She turned around just as he walked in the door.

"Surprise!" Guy Jones put his arms around her and lifted her off the floor.

"You're home a day early, Counselor. Judging from your frivolous mood, I'm assuming all is well at McAllister, Norton, Riley, and Jones?"

Guy's smile scrunched the crow's feet around his eyes. "Indeed. Brent McAllister wants me to take on a toxic chemical case. He thought I might be more efficient working at home this week, so here I am. I know you're busy, and I probably should've called so you could shift gears. But I wanted to surprise you."

"Actually your timing is perfect." Ellen straightened his tie and brushed a piece of lint off his sleek Italian suit. "So tell me about this big case."

"Brinkmont Labs is being sued by residents of Marble River who claim the plant has polluted the river and is responsible for all kinds of health problems. Some aspiring young litigator is just out to make a name for himself. Documentation of samples taken from the river over the past seven years is in line with EPA standards. Should be a slam dunk."

Ellen brushed her hand through his hair and noticed a glint in his eyes she hadn't seen since his law school days. "Good. It's about time Brent let you show him what you can do." She turned around in his arms, his chin resting on her shoulder, and looked out over water. "Oh, look, the skimmers are back-there, flying along the beach. See them?"

"Uh-huh. What did you call them?"

"Skimmers. They glide above the water and dip their bills in the water to feed. I read about them in my bird book."

"So did you make any progress on your novel?"

Ellen turned around, feeling almost giddy. "I just finished chapter eleven. That's probably about the halfway point."

"So when do I get to read it? Is it any good? Ellen, are you blushing? I was just kidding."

"No, I'm not blushing."

"Yes, you are," he said, pinching her cheek with his thumb and forefinger.

Ellen laughed in spite of herself. "I think it's good, though getting a publisher to agree with me might prove to be an interesting challenge."

"Thought of a title yet?"

"I haven't gotten that far. I'm just relishing the joy of writing."

"And I'm relishing being home," Guy said. "Why don't you change and let me take you to dinner-some place with candles and soft music?"

"That's awfully generous of you, Counselor, considering you've been eating out all week."

"Yes, but Brent McAllister's not exactly my idea of a dinner date."

Ellen chuckled. "I thought you'd be ready to eat at home."

"Honey, anytime I'm with you, I am home. Besides, you've been working, too. You shouldn't have to cook just because I'm here."

"I've been eating entirely too much sugar," Ellen said. "I'm craving seafood. Why don't we eat at The Sandpiper and watch the sunset?"

"Okay. Most of the snowbirds have left and I doubt it's busy on a Tuesday night. I'll try to reserve a table by the window. Why don't you put on that sassy sundress-the one with the floral print? You can watch the sunset, and I'll watch you."

Ellen prodded him toward the door. "This partnership really agrees with you. I don't know when I've seen you more lighthearted."

"Get used to it, Madam Novelist. Things are just going to get better and better."

Ellen listened to her husband's descending footsteps and thought how happy she and Guy had been since the move to Seaport. It hadn't been easy for her to walk away from a satisfying ten-year career as editor of the Baxter Daily News-or from the close-knit community she had grown up in. But watching Guy thriving as a partner in Brent McAllister's law firm had been worth any sacrifice she had made. And now that she was writing a novel, she didn't even mind Guy working out of his office in Tallahassee a few days a week.

She sauntered over to the doorway and turned around, her arms folded, and admired her workplace. Quaint. Uncluttered. The wood floor bore the scars of decades of foot traffic, and Ellen wondered who else had spent time up here.

A bank of windows formed a semi-circular alcove and provided abundant light. Sometimes she would lose herself in the beauty outside, always amazed when her thoughts came together and her fingers moved on the keyboard.

"Ellen? We have reservations in thirty minutes. Better hurry if you want to watch the sunset."

"I'm coming."

She let her eyes flit around the room one more time, wondering how long it would take to finish her novel. She had spent fourteen months doing little else. But for now, it seemed enough.

(Continues...)



Excerpted from A SHRED of EVIDENCE by KATHY HERMAN Copyright © 2005 by Kathy Herman. Excerpted by permission.
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Meet the Author

Kathy Herman is an award-winning poet and bestselling novelist who is very much at home in the Christian publishing industry, having served on staff at the Christian Booksellers Association for five years. She has drawn on her eleven years of bookstore experience as a children’s products specialist to conduct related seminars in the US and Canada. She has helped develop public school character-building curriculum and has also been a preliminary judge for the ECPA Gold Medallion Awards. Kathy and her husband, Paul, residents of Tyler, Texas, have three grown children and five grandchildren. Kathy’s hobbies include world travel, deep sea fishing, and ornithology.


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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I had the ending of what happened to Sarah Beth figured out the second time being late to work occurred. Gossiping with out all the facts and judging an individual when all the facts are not presented is a part of human nature that is mostly misunderstood. This was a wonderful novel explaining the consequences and lessons to be learned from this. I definitely would recommend this book to everyone I share my love of reading with.
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Guest More than 1 year ago
That's what the people of Seaport learn in this story about a man accused of a crime. Ellen Jones, a former reporter, overhears something disturbing in a restaurant and goes to the police with that information. A good story for all to read.
harstan More than 1 year ago
Former newspaper editor, Ellen Jones and her husband Guy, a lawyer, have moved into their new home Seaport, Florida. Ellen works on a novel while Guy commutes to Tallahassee to practice law. --- At a supermarket Ellen meets two other newcomers depressed and lonely Julie Hamilton and her two years old daughter Sarah Beth. Not long afterward, Ellen is at a diner when she overhears a conversation that accuses Julie¿s husband Ross of child abuse. Out of fear for the child and the mother Ellen reports what she heard to police chief, who says he will make inquiries. Not feeling that is enough, Ellen investigates Ross. She soon realizes her initial opinion and that of others that he was an abuser seems wrong although he is someone with a shady deadly past as a newspaper article claims he killed two boys, ran over his own son, and is the prime suspect in the disappearance of two missing girls. Ellen fears she waited too long too speak out as Sarah Beth has vanished. --- The story line grips readers who will worry that Sarah Beth perhaps has been killed by parental abuse, which overshadows the return of the Baxter series stars Ellen and Guy in the first Seaport saga tale. The story line serves as a reminder not to jump to conclusions especially based on gossip and rumors (mindful of Harriet the Spy). Though the moral message is overly pounded with unnecessary cul de sac sidebars, fans of the Baxter tales will enjoy the relocation of the stars. --- Harriet Klausner