博客來Murder came in with the tide . . .
Edisto Island is a paradise where people escape from the mainstream world. Yet for newly sworn-in Edisto Police Chief Callie Jean Morgan, the trouble has just begun . . .
When a rookie officer drowns in a freak crash in the marsh, Callie almost dies herself trying to save him. Her instincts tell her it wasn’t an accident. Suspects and clues mount, and Callie’s outlandish mother complicates the investigation. Callie’s long-time friendship with Officer Mike Seabrook takes a turn toward something new-but is shadowed by the unsolved mystery of his wife’s death. Everyone’s past rises to the surface, nobody on the same sheet of music, entangling with death that ultimately cuts to the bone.
The roar of the surf made Callie’s steps soundless, her thoughts louder. Two and a half weeks on the job, and she’d lost an officer. Edisto hadn’t sacrificed an officer in its entire history, and the first female chief had to be the one to break the record.
She sniffled. Salty breezes began to clear her sinuses, but nothing could assuage the guilt clinging to her like the muggy air
Sarah lived. Francis died. And somebody had to be disappointed at that freakish turn of events, because she suspected it was meant to be the other way around. Crime was for people who lived across the big bridge on the mainland. But whether the natives liked it or not, the brake lines were cut on Edisto. She didn’t want to go down that path, but one of them might be a frustrated, unfulfilled killer.
