by Julie Anne Lindsey
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Murder Comes Ashore
“Look.” I smacked Sebastian’s arm.
Sebastian turned to look and I darted past him. His
footfalls kept pace with mine, allowing me to maintain the lead when he could
easily have passed me. I waded into the grasses, waving my arms overhead to
keep the gulls at bay.
“Told you I could help.” In a moment of gloating, I lost
sight of the evidence. A seagull honked and dove at me. I jumped back on
instinct and fell into the sand. A wilted reed of grass rammed up my nose and I
screamed. Sneezing bug eggs and cooties, I scrambled to my feet and chased the
offending bird across the sand. Two more birds joined him in the air and
attacked. Whatever they all wanted, it was flesh colored and I wanted it too.
Fargas jogged toward me, a look of shock on his face. Yeah, yeah. How’d I get
here? I pointed to the sky. “They’ve got something.
The birds circled in the air, stretching the thing in
their beaks and flapping with vigor.
“Should I shoot them?” Fargas called to Sebastian.
A mob of birders appeared from the trees like magic.
“What the hell?” Sebastian frowned.
“They were probably here all night looking for owls or
something.” I rolled my eyes.
Fargas unholstered his side arm and the birders started
closing in, cell phones at arm’s length, digitally capturing the chaos.
“Do not shoot that bird!” A wild scream broke out above
the other voices. A woman in hip waders and a dirty shirt charged Fargas.
I tossed shells at the birds circling overhead. “I can’t
hit them!” Frustration burst from my chest in a growl. “Stop!” I screamed at
Fargas toppled into the sand beside me, crushed beneath
the rampaging woman. Her giant binoculars bounced off his forehead and he went
“Aw, hell.” Sebastian groaned. He scooped a handful of
rocks from the sand and pulled his arm back.
A shower of feathers burst above me and a bird fell from
the sky. The others squawked complaints, but headed out to sea. I ran for the
grounded bird and yanked the skin from his beak. He flapped his wings and
waddled in a daze across the sand.
“You monster! You hit that bird with a rock! Murderer!”
The woman climbed off Fargas and headed for Sebastian, who dropped his
remaining rocks in favor of cuffs and badge. She raised her fists and Sebastian
spun her around, cuffing her and reciting her rights.
I flipped the fleshy prize in my hands, struggling to
make sense of what the birds had worked so hard to keep. I tugged and squeezed
the thing, looking past the damage done from multiple bird beaks. Realization
dawned. My tummy lurched.
“Ahh!” The scream that ripped loose from my chest was
Oscar-worthy. I dropped the thing and ran in a tiny circle, unsure which way to
go for bleach and a fast hand-removal surgery. I rubbed my palms over the seat
of my pants until they hurt.
Sebastian finished reading Waders her rights.
A line of EMTs-turned-beachcombers surrounded Fargas. One
checked his vitals. One followed the waddling bird and radioed the park ranger
for assistance. We had two head injuries, six EMTs and no ambulance. I marched
in big, knee-to-my-chest steps, trying not to think of the thing I would never
forget. Ever. Ever. Ever.
I covered my eyes with one hand. The one without lifelong
cooties. With the other hand, I pointed to the item saved from the seagulls.
“The victim is not a woman!”
Murder Comes Ashore
Patience Price is just settling into her new life as
resident counselor on Chincoteague Island when things take a sudden turn for
the worse. A collection of body parts have washed up on shore and suddenly
nothing feels safe on the quaint island.
Patience instinctively turns to current crush and FBI
special agent Sebastian for help, but former flame Adrian is also on the case,
hoping that solving the grisly crime will land him a win in the upcoming
When the body count rises and Patience’s parents are
brought in as suspects, Patience is spurred to begin her own investigation.
It’s not long before she starts receiving terrifying threats from the killer,
and though she’s determined to clear her family’s name, it seems the closer
Patience gets to finding answers, the closer she comes to being the killer’s
Julie Anne Lindsey is a multi-genre author who writes the
stories that keep her up at night. She’s a self-proclaimed nerd with a penchant
for words and proclivity for fun. Julie lives in rural Ohio with her husband
and three small children. Today, she hopes to make someone smile. One day she
plans to change the world.
Murder Comes Ashore
is a sequel in her new mystery series, Patience Price, Counselor at Large, from
Note: Cover Art 2014 by Harlequin Enterprises Limited
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