By Sibella Giorello
Whilst a regimen case turns lethal, forensic geologist Raleigh Harmon unearths her occupation at the rocks and her existence at stake.
Special Agent Raleigh Harmon is sweet at her activity, yet no longer nearly as good at bureau politics. As one of many few women at the workforce, she reveals herself in an odd land while she's transferred from Richmond to drought–stricken Seattle. while a hiker without notice is going lacking and a ransom word arrives, Raleigh realizes there's no time for transitions. Vowing to discover the lacking collage lady, she needs to depend on her forensic geology abilities to discover the reality, leaving no stone unturned.
Gritty and poetic, with an evocative feel of position, a unusual solid of characters, a fast–twisting plot, and a compelling, advanced heroine, this beautifully crafted secret will maintain you analyzing compulsively as desire runs brief, the clock runs down, and the rivers run dry.
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The scent of nachos teased me. My fingers itched to pick up a ball, to send it flying down the lane. I loved bowling. I just hadn’t done it in weeks…because of him. Of Aaron. This was where we had our first date. Where we were supposed to be having a date. Right now. A sharp pang stabbed my heart and each thud was like a hammer against my chest. How had things gotten so messed up? Before we started dating—and even during—I used to think of him as Heart Stopper; I’d see his smile and my heart would give one solid thump and then poof, stop.
Are you getting a divorce? Are we becoming a statistic? ” My father let out a startled laugh, erasing the seriousness from his face for at least two full seconds. ” He quickly waved his hands. ” I let out a deep breath and sat back down, eyeing them warily. I wasn’t ready to relax just yet. The ‘nothing like that’ left a lot of ground uncovered. For instance, they could tell me I had been adopted or something. ” I asked. I shouldn’t have. As soon as the words left my mouth, I knew it’d been a mistake.
And then I burst into hysterics, laughing and crying at the same time. It was a silver necklace with a pendent. The pendent was…I couldn’t fathom the words. It was a small silver heart. Shooting through the heart was a single arrow, the tip made of a black stone. Onyx. My heart leaped and I wasn’t sure my ribs could contain it long. “I’m sorry,” I sobbed, the word bubbling out of nowhere. ” It was beautiful and ironic. And I didn’t deserve it. ” The words, spoken so softly, hit me like a lead fist and went straight through my chest to my heart.