On Deadly Tides (A Wendover House Mystery book 3)
“There was a black hunchback cloud inflating in the east, filled up with latent atmospheric violence. Some updraft was pulling up the fogbank and sucking it into its darker mass before it reached the islands. The waves were high and I worried that they would come up on the island and maybe even pound on the door.
“If you want out, guys, better make it snappy,” I said to Barney and Kelvin as I opened the kitchen door and stepped onto the porch. I didn’t really think that the wind would whip the a...nimals away if I turned my back, but I was uneasy until they were both indoors and the night and storm were shut firmly away.
Kelvin and I read late into the night. Barney had tried to help by chewing on the pages, but he was a puppy and fell asleep almost as soon as he’d eaten his dinner. The book my great-grandfather had left for me was fascinating and horrifying in its weirdness, but so far offered no clue about why my great-grandfather might have wanted to fake his own death. And it wasn’t that I hadn’t given the matter some thought.MoreLess
“If you want out, guys, better make it snappy,” I said to Barney and Kelvin as I opened the kitchen door and stepped onto the porch. I didn’t really think that the wind would whip the a...nimals away if I turned my back, but I was uneasy until they were both indoors and the night and storm were shut firmly away.
Kelvin and I read late into the night. Barney had tried to help by chewing on the pages, but he was a puppy and fell asleep almost as soon as he’d eaten his dinner. The book my great-grandfather had left for me was fascinating and horrifying in its weirdness, but so far offered no clue about why my great-grandfather might have wanted to fake his own death. And it wasn’t that I hadn’t given the matter some thought.MoreLess
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