Under the Killer Sun
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Death Valley is home to Investigator Michael Long Shore, but his life is threatened as he seeks to uncover the motives and the connections between two seemingly unrelated murders. More murders follow, as clearly someone in authority does not hesitate to kill to keep the truth buried. Death Valley, known for its killing heat and mirages is equally, for those with Shoshone roots like Long Shore, a place of limitless beauty and magic, in this suspense novel by an author whose work Publishers Weekly has called "brilliant".
“Indian Wells, California, and Beatty, Nevada?” “Yes,” she replied. That meant more than one hundred road miles separated the estranged couple, Michael estimated. “So you’ve lived apart since the separation?” “No, we’ve always lived apart.” “But you’re legally married?” “In Mexico,” Dulcie answered. Michael’s face must have betrayed his skepticism, for she added, “It was done at the civil office down there in Guadalajara. We even had to go to a planned parenthood lecture. It was in Spanish,
dialed. The tune was I Got You, Babe. Nobody answered. Chapter Fifteen Michael had just dozed off when someone or something tapped his bare foot. Cracking an eyelid, he gazed up into the morning sun, which was working its way around a date palm. Shifting back and forth across this dazzle was a slim human figure. Maybe a kid. Splashing sounds reminded him where he was. Unable to sleep after returning to Furnace Creek from Beatty at five this morning, he’d come to the swimming pool,
Death Valley. The only bookstore in the valley was the one inside the NPS visitor center. Michael parked on the shoulder and got out with his binoculars, confident she couldn’t see him with the naked eye. He thought maybe she would use the restroom after her early start from home, but Edna went no farther than the store porch. She stood beside the pay phone and had nearly finished a cigarette before it finally rang. Michael couldn’t hear it but watched as she picked up the handset and answered.
have?” Higgins asked. “Too many. I’ll get back to you today. Promise.” Michael switched phones to talk to Carson again. “So what’d he have to say?” “You must live right or something, Long Shore. The boss man said yes to meeting with you.” “Today?” “Today. Not before four or five, though. He has some commitments he can’t get out of ‘til late afternoon, but we can meet at the airport, like you suggested...” Michael could tell that the man was in his vehicle on a rough road. Through an open
vacillate about something, probably over inviting him to her apartment in Ridgecrest for a nightcap. Twice, while chatting inside the bar, she had referred to her domicile for no real reason. But then, her better judgment seemed to take hold of her, and she let the night go with a quick shake of Michael’s hand before turning for her car. She waved as she drove past him, then headed south along State Route 14, presumably toward the turn-off to Ridgecrest. As she went past him, Michael memorized