Unearthed (Blackpool Mystery Series #4) [NOOK Book]

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Behind the colorful charm and vibrant history of the English seaside town of Blackpool is a legacy of secrets. Secrets people have killed to keep hidden. But for Michael and Molly Graham, finding the truth has become personal. Their friend clings to life in a hospital—shot to keep him quiet—and the couple is driven to uncover what he would risk his life for…and what someone would murder for.

But the pieces of this puzzle are as disparate as any they've faced—a sunken pirate ...

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Unearthed (Blackpool Mystery Series #4)

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Overview


Behind the colorful charm and vibrant history of the English seaside town of Blackpool is a legacy of secrets. Secrets people have killed to keep hidden. But for Michael and Molly Graham, finding the truth has become personal. Their friend clings to life in a hospital—shot to keep him quiet—and the couple is driven to uncover what he would risk his life for…and what someone would murder for.

But the pieces of this puzzle are as disparate as any they've faced—a sunken pirate ship, a one-legged skeleton, vengeful curses and a grim family legacy. And if they put the pieces together, will they only be digging their own graves?

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781459201712
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 5/1/2011
  • Series: Blackpool Mystery Series , #4
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Sales rank: 737,391
  • File size: 283 KB

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How close could a man come to death before he gave up the fight and slid into that dark abyss? Michael Graham stared down at the still, unresponsive figure in the white field of the hospital bed. He didn't know how many times the question had filled his mind during the past five days.

"He hasn't quit fighting." The middle-aged nurse jotted notes on the clipboard she held. She didn't look at Michael but he knew she had sized him up as closely as she had the patient. "That's a good sign. You have to take hope in that, Mr. Graham."

"I know. I do take hope in that, Mrs. Guilder. Thank you." Michael leaned against the wall near the room's slatted window. Merciful Angels Hospital conducted business within an old building in Blackpool, but the interior had been gutted and refitted with modern equipment and dutiful personnel like Nurse Guilder.

The woman shot Michael a measuring glance. "Have you been taking care of yourself?"

"I have." Michael lied easily, but he had the suspicion that the nurse instantly saw through him.

"Sometimes the sickness of a friend is hardest on those around them. At least the people in the hospital are getting rest and being monitored. You might try getting a little more sleep."

Michael couldn't argue. He felt bone-tired and twitchy, the way he did in the final stages of putting a video-game project together, almost ready to go gold and turn a new game loose on the public. Those times had always been particularly draining. But they'd been nothing like watching over Rohan Wallace these past five days since he'd been shot by Aleister Crowe, who claimed Rohan had been trespassing on his property. Michael blamed himself for the near-death of his friend. Hadn't he dragged him into all this?

Truth to tell, though, it was the late hours spent trying to figure out his latest puzzle, one that Rohan had helped him discover…

"I will try to get more sleep, Nurse Guilder."

The nurse nodded in satisfaction, made a final notation and hung up the clipboard. "Are you going to be here awhile longer?"

"If that's all right."

"Of course."

Even if Michael left, his thoughts wouldn't stray far from Rohan Wallace. His guilt had kept him from accompanying his wife, Molly, to the harbor where she was picking up Rohan's grandmother.

"I was told that Detective Chief Inspector Padding-ton has managed to find this poor soul's family," Nurse Guilder said.

"He has." Michael knew she was pumping him for information. Part of him resented that, but he realized that gossip and stories were the lifeblood of a little town like Blackpool.

Besides that, he wanted to counteract the idea the local citizens had of Rohan Wallace as a thief. No one yet knew what he had been doing at Crowe's Nest, the ancestral home of the Crowe family, or why Aleister Crowe had shot him. Michael felt certain it had something to do with the model of the original town of Blackpool that Rohan had helped him construct, based on the one in the library. Their reconstruction had revealed some interesting secrets, but it hadn't revealed them all.

At times when he was feeling morbid, Michael wondered why Crowe hadn't killed Rohan that night. Several months ago, he'd witnessed Aleister Crowe kill a man without hesitation. Except in that instance, he had done it to protect Michael from thugs trying to kill him.

So why had Crowe spared Rohan's life?

The nurse interrupted his thoughts. "Is Mr. Wallace's family coming to see him?"

"His grandmother is on her way now." Michael flicked a glance at the clock on the wall. "She should be here anytime. My wife went down to the harbor to meet her."

"Such a young man." Nurse Guilder shook her head sorrowfully and looked at the figure on the bed. "This is going to be a hard thing for a grandmother to see, even knowing he'll live. I've got two grandchildren of my own. Like angels, they are. I wouldn't want any kind of harm to come to them, no matter what mischief they got themselves into."

"No." Michael studied the beeping, clicking machines that watched over Rohan while he remained in the coma. "He's healing nicely?"

"Of course. Doctor Timms is absolutely brilliant at his craft. If I had to get shot, he's the very man I'd want working on me." Nurse Guilder paused at the door. "There's a fresh pot of tea put on if you want some."

Michael let his empty cup hang from a finger against his jeans and gave her a smile. "Maybe in a bit."

She left.

Anxious, he walked over to the bed and stared down at the man who'd been both friend and confidant to him. One didn't always mean the other. Rohan Wallace was different. Michael had sensed that from the start, and he'd learned to pay attention to the things Rohan knew. Even without understanding exactly how he knew them.

In the past five days, Rohan had lost weight, despite the constant saline and glucose IV bags. He was nearly Michael's age, somewhere in his early thirties, and wore dreadlocks. His ebony skin had a warm cocoa luster, and scars from past physical encounters marked his arms and shoulders. A tube ran up his nose and bandages swathed his chest under the thin hospital gown.

Rohan had been—was, Michael insisted—a physical man. His callused hands revealed a long and intimate acquaintanceship with hard work. He was quick to laugh and quick to joke. And he had never hesitated to cover Michael's back.

Michael took his iPhone mobile device from his pocket and texted his wife. Molly probably wouldn't be able to hear the phone at the marina. With the archaeologists still mucking about after the discovery of the slaver the Seaclipse, the marina was a noisy place.

GRANDMOTHER?

To his surprise, Molly's reply was almost instant.

PLANE'S COMING NOW. TALK TO YOU SOON.

Opening the digital photo album on his iPhone, Michael studied the three-dimensional model he and Rohan had made of Blackpool. He had been intrigued by and noticed that the older buildings had enjoyed special relationships with each other, and then realized that the sides were designed to fold in on themselves to create a cube. He believed the cube was a three-dimensional map, but of what? Where did it lead? Each of the cube sides also held geometric markings: a square, a triangle, a pentagon and others. But again, he had no idea what they meant.

Blackpool had begun its life as a smuggler's port, a dream harbor where stolen goods could be swapped, stored and sold. In the I700s, pirates had considered the town a haven, and legitimate businesses had sprung up in short order. Inns and taverns and eating places had manifested first, quickly followed by a blacksmith's forge, a cooper's shop, a carpenter's workshop and a ship-repair business.

Glancing out the window, he stared down at the harbor. Professor Hume-Thorson's graduate students still worked at the site where the Seaclipse had gone down.

The slave ship remained out of reach for an in-depth study and hadn't yet given up all her secrets. Enough surprises, though, had spilled out to start tongues wagging throughout Blackpool. Several marina businesses remained angry at the continuing marine investigation. Only two days ago, local sailors had gotten into a proper donnybrook with the archaeology crew. From all accounts, the professor had proven himself quite capable at fisticuffs. The locals now had a grudging respect for the newcomers.

The marina's makeover was progressing, too, though it would be a while before things were finished. Blackpool was in a state of transition, and many of the citizens blamed Molly, his wife, because she'd been responsible for securing the grant money that had enabled the renovations to go forward.

In a way, Michael had to admit that the feeling was justified. Molly had helped engineer a lot of changes in Blackpool, but most were ones that residents wanted or thought necessary. Such as the marina remodel. The problem was that most folks wanted the changes to happen in the blink of an eye. The town hated anything that impeded the pace of everyday life.

Michael turned away from the window and wished he could just as easily turn away from the guilt that plagued him. Rohan lay unmoving on the bed. Why did you go to Crowe's Nest that night? What were you hoping to prove? What did you see in our model that I haven't yet?

Those questions gnawed relentlessly at Michael. He was used to being consumed by his imagination. He'd designed award-winning video games for years. He loved problems, and he loved solving them. But the conundrum Rohan had created was—at present—unsolvable. That rankled.

Coming up with a game-logic problem, designing an appropriate level, figuring out a story line that would prompt a player to think in the right direction—all of these things depended on how clever Michael was. Real-world mysteries demanded a whole new realm of patience and perseverance.

He sighed and rolled his neck. Then he noticed the man standing quietly in the doorway.

The aristocratic profile and the widow's peak made Aleister Crowe instantly stand out in a crowd. He was approximately Michael's age, in his early thirties, and was an inch or so shorter. Michael was built broader and more muscular, but Crowe was a predatory wolf. The walking stick he carried with the silver crow as a handle was an affectation rather than an aid, but it also set him apart from others. As always, he wore an immaculate black suit. Today he had a bloodred tea rose in his lapel. It made Michael suspect the man had come from a lunch engagement with a woman.

Somehow the thought that Crowe had been out pursuing a potential love interest before coming to the hospital made his presence there even more egregious.

"Did you come round hoping your little friend might whisper secrets into your ear?" Crowe's cold gaze pierced Michael.

"What are you doing here?" Instinctively, Michael walked around the bed and put himself between Rohan and Crowe.

"The last I'd heard, Paddington still wasn't handcuffing Wallace to the bed. I wanted to make sure it was safe to go home."

"You're lying."

Smiling in amusement, Crowe cocked an eyebrow. "You're far too emotional, Michael. You really should get some rest."

Michael made himself breathe slowly.

Crowe looked past him. "Where is your wife?"

"On an errand. I'm surprised you didn't know."

With a shrug, the man twirled his walking stick. "Contrary to your present belief, I don't much care what you and your wife do in Blackpool. I only want to ensure that my family is protected."

"Rohan didn't go there that night to hurt you."

"Then maybe you'd care to tell me why that man was sneaking through my house? How he managed to steal past a very sophisticated security system?"

Michael didn't have an answer.

Crowe nodded arrogantly. "I thought as much." He adjusted the tea rose in his lapel, then started to walk out of the room. "Take care, Michael. These lost causes you and your wife have a habit of chasing after might one day turn around and bite you."

The bright yellow floatplane bobbed in the air as it fought turbulence. Getting to Blackpool was difficult by road, and the floatplane service was the quickest mode of transportation.

Shading her eyes even though she wore sunglasses, Molly Graham watched the plane's descent. She stood at the end of the pier that thrust out into the Blackpool harbor. Noise from all the diesel- and petrol-powered engines created a disturbing cacophony that battered her with sonic fists. The salt air stung as it filled her nostrils.

She wore a casual business suit—a dove-gray jacket and skirt with a simple white button-down and a gray herringbone fedora with a white band. She also wore sensible dark gray strappy ankle boots with wide four-inch heels that wouldn't get caught in the planks of the pier. Her handbag matched the shoes. The wind shifted and her dark auburn hair danced across her shoulders.

Irwin Jaeger stood at Molly's side. He was the Grahams' houseman, one of the two full-time employees that came with the manor house she and Michael had purchased. Irwin was thin and in his early seventies and he wore his black livery like a suit of armor. His bushy mustache twitched a little. "Appears to be a bit of a draft up there."

Molly surveyed the water. Chop stirred the surface. "I'm beginning to think we should have picked up Mrs. Myrie in London."

"It was her wish to come with all due speed. If we had picked her up, she wouldn't have arrived in Blackpool until late this evening."

"I know."

"And she did inquire about possible air transport here."

"Yes, but a floatplane? At her age?"

Irwin stiffened slightly. "Might I suggest that age and infirmity don't always go together? That there is nothing wrong with keeping longevity in close orbit with a sense of adventure?"

"Sorry."

Irwin smiled at that and adjusted his thick bifocals. His muddy-brown eyes twinkled. "It could well be that, under other circumstances, Mrs. Myrie might consider flying in a floatplane to be one of her grandest adventures."

Under other circumstances. Molly wished that the visit had been just that. She hadn't gotten to know Rohan Wallace quite as well as Michael had, but she'd liked the man. Over the phone, his grandmother had come across as a darling woman with a large personality.

"Well, let's hope she doesn't have too much adventure." As Molly refocused her attention on the plane, it began to circle, losing speed and altitude.

A moment later, the floatplane splashed into the harbor, hopped a few times, tilted crazily for an instant, then recovered. After a quick adjustment, the aircraft turned and sped toward the pier. The propeller cut the air and powered them forward, skipping over the chop.

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  • Posted November 14, 2011

    another great installment!

    I enjoyed this installment in the Blackpool Mystery series. I enjoy reading a series set in England and am becoming attached to the many different characters. I would recommend this series to others.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 27, 2011

    Ended unexpectedly

    I've enjoyed this series of books, and up to this fourth book, the stories were complete and ended appropriately. Unearthed told a good story, but it ended abruptly as though the author ran out of time.

    I would give the Blackpool Mystery Series a 5-star rating. This book only gets 3 stars because it's not complete. Perhaps the story will be completed in the next book.

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  • Posted May 22, 2011

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    Unearthed Is Cleverly Written

    Unearthed is the fourth book in the Mystery Case Files miniseries wrote by Jordan Gray and published by Harlequin. Even though it is the fourth book in a series, it was easy to follow the story without feeling lost or missing important pieces. The author provided a backdrop so that a person wouldn't feel lost. Each character in Unearthed was described with visual words that help the reader form a clear picture in their mind. There's no second-guessing or wondering what the people looked like or what type of personality they had. As the mystery progressed so did the characters. The details of each person was weaved in throughout the plot and not shown in an 'info dump'. The two main characters Molly and Michael are charming as ever. Nanny, the grandmother of another character, was quirky and cleverly written. Paddington the inspector was a riot in a subtle way. Although this is a current day mystery, the plot involves things from the past such as cultural artifacts from around the slave trade times. Spooky underground caves and a couple different shootouts thicken the well-developed plot. I give this book 4 out of 5 stars. I would definitely recommend this book to others. I obtained a free electronic galley of this book from the publisher through NetGalley. Having read a free copy did not in anyway have an affect on my review. I wrote what I honestly thought.

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