The fourth Karen Pelletier mystery by Joanne Dobson, though the fifth one I have read, I liked this one a lot. In addition to having the author’s signature literary-associated murder(s), we have sidebars where she recreates a fictional work for our enjoyment. (I’m guessing it gives the author so...
The exquisite Indian-summer air—golden with sun and leaves—mocked my sudden despair. I don’t remember the drive to my little rented house in the woods twenty minutes north of Enfield. One minute I was turning left out of the college parking lot, the next I was in my driveway pulling the key out o...
Trouble rode shotgun. The big dog balked as I led him into my office. His upper lip began a slow, sinuous ripple. Fangs appeared. I shivered, then breathed in deeply. Survival instinct took over. I visualized myself in a classroom: Never let them smell fear. I assumed the scowl and bark of a hard...