The Seventh Sons (Sycamore Moon Series Book 1) - Plot & Excerpts
Seventeen dumped bodies. While Maxim had been occupied with misery and drink at Sycamore Lodge, Diego had traced the disposal of a dead man in the desert and found sixteen others who shared the same watery grave. Maxim gazed into his black coffee as if he were peering into the murky depths of Paradise Tank. The answers were muddled, but it was only a matter of time before forensics would light the path to justice. Criminals messed up and evidence didn't lie; that was the entire basis for the detective's job. Still, the confidence Maxim had in the results didn't make the waiting any easier. A heavy breeze blew through old Flagstaff and nearly took his plastic cup's cover with it. Maxim snatched it from the patio table and clipped it into place on top of his coffee, shaking his head. For as expensive as a cup of joe was these days, he would have appreciated a solid mug. But this town sure did love its to-go cups. Sipping the hot drink eased his complaints. The detective relaxed in the sun and glanced at the Coconino County Morgue across the street.
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