eBooks - Mystery - Detective Stories - Maureen Mackey - Cry, Baby, Cry
Cry, Baby, Cry eBooks
by Maureen Mackey
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Cry, Baby, Cry Summary
| Walking Sally's dog gave me the perfect excuse to search all the fields and nooks and crannies of our neighborhood. Nobody would question practically anywhere I went as long as I had a leash in my hand and a dog on the end of it. I struggled to hang on and keep up as I dodged tree branches, hopped over logs and fervently hoped I wasn't running through poison oak. Then Lady stopped in a small, protected clearing. She went over to a stump and started sniffing. I gratefully sat down on a relatively dry log. "You crazy dog. Are you going to stay here a while?" She started pawing at the ground. I tried to pull her away, but she wouldn't budge. "What on earth is so interesting, you mangy mutt?" I went closer to investigate. Lady sunk her teeth into some fabric, and was shaking her head from side to side while trying to back out with it. I reached down and tried to get her to give it up. "Lady, let go! Now!" She didn't exactly give it to me, but she didn't stop me from taking it, either. She had been pulling on a big pile of black cloth, wadded in the hollow base of the tree stump. With a trembling sense of dread I lifted the fabric up to the light. It was a skirt, a long black skirt. It looked as though it had been torn, or more likely, slashed by some sort of knife. Large patches of the fabric were stiff with a powdery dark stain. In the light the stains were a rusty brown. I knew what those stains were. They were blood. I had seen blood stains before, but never in such a large quantity. I also knew, with fatalistic certainty, where the skirt had come from. It was Angel's skirt, the skirt she had been wearing when I saw her on Halloween night. I closed my eyes and could almost see the scene--Angel here that night, crouched in pain by the tree, giving birth. Had she been alone? With all my soul I hoped not. I looked down into the stump and saw there was more there. I reached in and pulled out a black dress, some stockings and underwear. They were all bloodstained, too. I started searching around the trunk. In the bushes I found a some scuffed-up shoes. This wasn't right. It couldn't be right. These were all the clothes I had seen on the girl that night. All of them blood-stained. My stomach lurched, as if I was in a plummeting elevator. I felt faint. There was way too much blood on all these clothes. Was it Angel's blood? Was Angel dead? |
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| Francie's life changes drastically when she and Sam trade their busy urban lifestyle for a tranquil house in the suburbs. But Francie soon discovers things aren't quite as peaceful as they seem. Is her new neighborhood really full of witches, or does it just appear that way because it's Halloween? Trick-or-treating this year leaves Francie with an abandoned baby on her doorstep, drawing her into a web of fear and lies. A murder sharpens her anxiety for the baby and its missing mother. Francie must cope with unforeseen stresses in her own little family while using all her wits to find a killer. If she fails, and perhaps even if she succeeds, at least one Christmas celebration in her picture-perfect neighborhood will be shattered. |
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eBooks - Titles - Authors - Mystery - Detective Stories - Maureen Mackey - Cry, Baby, Cry eBooks