Deadfall: An Alaska Mystery by Sue Henry
By Sue Henry
Iditarod musher Jessie Arnold is being stalked and terrorized through an nameless enemy. First, one among her sled canine is wrongly injured in a metal seize and an ominous word leaves doubtless that the seize was once set with malicious reason. Threatening cell calls and unsigned messages persist with -- urgent Alaska kingdom Trooper Alex Jensen to induce Jessie to enter hiding whereas he attempts to trace down the resource of the threats. ultimately, a close to deadly vehicle crash convinces Jessie to permit Alex fly her to an remoted island greater than 2 hundred miles away.
There on desolate, windswept Kachemak Bay, Jessie hikes the island trails together with her lead puppy Tank, marveling on the beauty of her solitude. yet in a barren region full of dangers and hiding areas, she quickly discovers she isn't really on my own. With Alex looking for a madman thousands of miles away, Jessie is on her own...playing a dangerous video game of disguise and search with a killer.
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Most Deadfall / 29 of the dogs slept in their boxes last night, from the look of it. ” “In the shed, with the other one…on the rake. ” He grinned, trying to lessen her clear distress, and glanced toward the window, where the chaotic appearance of the lot could be seen. ” “Well…I was a little desperate, and in a hurry. Then I came in here. I keep throwing up…thinking about it. ” Early in their relationship she had explained her phobia about injuries to hands. “I don’t know where it came from, but all my life I haven’t been able to stand the thought of losing fingers or a hand.
Could have come from one of thousands of laser printers in the area. Your mother addressed the package, so re-using the wrapping paper negated the need to write or print the address. Too bad. I’d like to see more of that block printing. ” Thoughtfully, he laid a knife beside the fork and spoon—three different parts of the same puzzle. Jessie suddenly sat up straight and looked at him, her eyes wide. ” Alex asked. ” She got up so quickly her chair rocked on its legs, almost 38 / Sue Henry tipped over, and returned to the floor with a thump.
Yes. She didn’t think enough about them to mention them. ” Jensen and John Timmons, the burly assistant coroner, sat at a table in a central room of the Anchorage crime lab, examining the notes Jensen had brought in for testing. The traps—their tags removed for testing—lay on the opposite end of the table, one still stained with Nicky’s blood. Timmons had rubbed at his fuzzy hair until it stood out from his head like a Brillo pad, and now he frowned down at the note in his hand. “Well, we already know there’s nothing here in terms of prints,” he reiterated, “and it was sealed with water, not saliva, which says the perp may be significantly aware of DNA identification.