Last Impressions (The Marnie Baranuik Files) - Plot & Excerpts
Schenk reported, putting his phone back in his pocket. I stepped back to let Dr. Taylor and the forensic team begin their collections. The floodlights' glare turned the pond to black glass. It was only six o’clock, but the early winter darkness made it feel like midnight. Behind us an ambulance was crunching cautiously along the path as close as it dared, but extraction of the body would have to wait. “Tell me what you know about this place,” I said, putting my gloved hands in my pockets. It wasn’t enough to block the wind; I felt it right through the down of the parka, invading my bones. I tried crushing my arms against my torso to hold in my body heat. It didn’t work, so I side stepped to use Schenk’s bulk as a windbreak. A constant shivering had started high in my belly, causing my breath to quiver in and out. “There was a town here once.” He pointed a thumb east, up the hill. “Built by United Empire Loyalists in the late 1700’s.
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