The Ice Bridge

by Kathryn Meyer Griffith

Overview

She'll fall in love again…with a man and the island. Charlotte returns to her Aunt Bess and Mackinac Island, a quaint retreat that welcomes summer tourists and allows no cars, to renew herself and write about the island's ghosts.

She's come to help Bess with her heartache, an ended love with Shaun, and to renew a friendship with neighbor Hannah.

In winter Mackinac closes down and everyone looks forward to the ice bridge that freezes across the Straits of Mackinac.

Until Hannah disappears into the icy waters crossing it.

Everyone says it's an accident. But Charlotte and her admirer cop friend, Mac, don't think so. Something isn't right. Hannah was too smart to go off the path.

So it's murder…but why…how…by whom?

In the end, it's Mac–and perhaps Hannah's ghost–who saves Charlotte and Bess's lives when the killer decides they're too close to the truth and tries to kill them, too.

Product Details

BN ID:	2940152284942
Publisher:	Kathryn Meyer Griffith
Publication date:	11/27/2015
Series:	Before the End
Sold by:	Draft2Digital
Format:	eBook
File size:	648 KB

About the Author

Since childhood I've been an artist and worked as a graphic designer for newspapers for 23 years before I quit to write full time. I'd already begun writing novels at 21, over 46 years ago now.
I've been married to Russell for forty years; have a son, two grandchildren and a great granddaughter. I live in a small quaint town in Illinois, which is right across the JB Bridge from St. Louis, Mo. We have a quirky cat, Sasha, and the 3 of us live happily in an old house in the heart of town. Though I've been an artist, and a folk/classic rock singer in my youth with my brother Jim, writing has always been my greatest passion, my butterfly stage, and I'll probably write stories until the day I die...or until my memory goes.
2012 & 2014 EPIC EBOOK AWARDS *Finalist* for The Last Vampire & Dinosaur Lake.

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Novels and short stories from Kathryn Meyer Griffith:
Evil Stalks the Night, The Heart of the Rose, Blood Forge, Vampire Blood, The Last Vampire (2012 EPIC EBOOK AWARDS*Finalist* in their Horror category), Witches, Witches II: Apocalypse, Witches plus bonus Witches II: Apocalypse, The Nameless One short story, The Calling, Scraps of Paper (1st Spookie Town Murder Mystery), All Things Slip Away (2nd Spookie Town Murder Mystery), Ghosts Beneath Us (3rd Spookie Town Murder Mystery), Witches Among Us (4th Spookie Town Murder Mystery),What Lies Beneath the Graves (5th Spookie Town Murder Mystery), Egyptian Heart, Winter's Journey, The Ice Bridge, Don't Look Back, Agnes, A Time of Demons and Angels, The Woman in Crimson, Human No Longer, Four Spooky Short Stories Collection, Forever and Always Romantic Short, Night carnival Short Story, Dinosaur Lake (2014 EPIC EBOOK AWARDS*Finalist* in their Thriller/Adventure category), Dinosaur Lake II: Dinosaurs Arising, Dinosaur Lake III: Infestation and Dinosaur Lake IV: Dinosaur Wars, Memories of My Childhood and Christmas Magic 1959 short story.

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Read an Excerpt

"Yeah, it gets cold enough to freeze a dinosaur around here. It feels like the winds are made of ice at times. But I like the island in the snow and through the holidays with the decorations strung from light post to light post. Like the huge Christmas tree in the center of town. I enjoy riding around on a snowmobile and skimming across the ice bridge to the mainland, bundled up in two coats and three pairs of gloves. I like not having much to do. You know, winter's the only time we get the island back to ourselves."

"After the boatloads of tourists leave, hey?"

"Yeah, after the fudgies leave." He smiled at her as she sidestepped a pile of horse manure in the middle of the road.

A horse and carriage rattled by, bikes whizzed around them and it was as if she'd never left. She was twelve years old again running wild around a place that'd been magic to her. Her tension was already easing away.

She looked up and took in the stately Victorian homes that lined Lake Shore Road with their skillfully painted exteriors and their elaborate flower gardens that were now beginning to wilt. She'd always dreamed of owning and living in one. Now? Fat chance. Only princesses and millionaires could afford one of them. Oh, well. Perhaps someday.

She lowered her head and watched where she put her feet. A puddle of what appeared to be water but wasn't, cascaded down the gutters behind a horse taxi with a covered roof and four speckled white Clydesdale horses pulling it. The beasts whinnied and clomped their hairy hooves, looking around as if they were bored. It would take her a while to get used to the pungent horse odors again, she mused, but, eventually, she would, as shehad when she was a kid.

"Fudgies," she said, as she pushed her bike, "they still call the tourists that?"

"Still do. As long as they come, buy and eat so much fudge, I guess we'll always call them that. They're our bread and butter, though, so we can't complain. The islanders wouldn't have jobs; I wouldn't have a job, if not for the tourists. Their money pays the bills."