Out of the Cold Dark Sea by Jeffrey D. Briggs

Out of the Cold Dark Sea

Out of the Cold Dark Sea by Jeffrey D. Briggs (Seattle Waterfront Mystery 1)
English | 2019 | Mystery & Thriller | ePUB | 352 Kb

Out of the Cold Dark Sea : Alone on a pier in the pre-dawn rain, Martha Whitaker waits in vain for her friend and long-trusted friend, Hewitt Wilcox. Fear had laced his last message. Hours later, when his empty van is hoisted from the frigid waters of Puget Sound, Martha sets off to find the truth of what happened to him–and to clear her own name. Resourceful, strong, and steeled by inner wounds, she’s joined by a crusading journalist, who believes Hewitt’s disappearance may reveal ugly secrets about a chapter of American history that some would prefer be forgotten. Together they’re drawn into a sinister world of forgery, murder, and betrayal. Martha is forced to confront her own dark past, where violence provided primal justice. In a fight for her life, she finds she’s in a fight for her soul.

“A flock of gulls huddled against the rain in the far corner of the empty parking lot. She turned back to the Sound, counting the seconds between flashes of the distant harbor light. Rain drummed against her umbrella. Suddenly, she heard footsteps behind her on the wooden pier. Too fast for Hewitt and without the accompanying tap tap tap of his cane. She whipped around and stepped back, shifting her weight to her back leg, bringing her body into balance. Her shoulders squared, her breathing slowed. She looked out from under the umbrella.

A jogger with a dark goatee and deep-set eyes came to an abrupt halt. He wore a yellow foul weather jacket over black leggings. He had her six-foot frame by an inch or two, and was lean and sinewy. Like a gladiator in the arena, Martha calculated how she might disable him and immediately dismissed him as a threat. She tilted the umbrella back, raised her head, and smiled the smile that men had died for.

Disarmed, he nodded, mumbled a quick apology, made a sharp turn, and in a couple of easy strides, was trotting back down the dock.”



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