The Poison in All of Us (Emmie McAllister Mysteries, #1)
by Connie B. Dowell
Release Date: 11/17/15
Winter breaks are supposed to be exciting, but this one is murder.
A novella of suffragists and secrets.
In December 1918, the Great War is over and everyone in the small town of Cora, Georgia is ready to relax. Stepping off the train from school, sixteen-year-old Emmie McAllister looks forward to a pleasant Christmas, one in which she can fix up a motorcycle, wear trousers, and enjoy the look on her mother’s face.
Yet the holidays turn darker when Emmie and her least favorite classmate, prim and proper Dessa, stumble across the murdered body of the town’s most prominent suffrage activist. Emmie finds herself saddled with Dessa as both girls are determined to help find the killer.
But the more they poke around, the harder life gets for outspoken women in Cora. With a mysterious stalker, anonymous threats, and more, if Emmie and Dessa don’t work together and find the culprit quickly, they could be the next victims.
“What am I looking for?” I asked almost at the exact moment I saw it.
Right at the edge of a patch of sunlight on the floor, they peeked out from behind an elegant blue sofa. So small, no wonder I missed them at first glance. A few wrinkled fingertips.
“No.” I stood there with my mouth open. “Not possible. No.”
Dessa pushed past me. “Yes, it is,” she whispered. “You see it too, don’t you? It is there.”
“But…but…” I couldn’t keep my eyes off the fingertips. “No.” Was this a normal reaction? Didn’t people faint or scream or something when they stumbled across one? Why did my mind simply refuse to believe what my eyes saw?
“It’s real!” Dessa took another step forward. “I know it is.”
It seemed such an impossible thing, but it was true. And Miss Letty had to be in her seventies. It wasn’t really that impossible.
“There’s one way to prove it!” To my astonishment, Dessa grabbed my arm and pulled me to the sofa. She gasped.
The night before, Miss Letty had been alive and feisty, and that morning she was dead. Really, truly dead. She still looked like Miss Letty, but I was distinctly aware that the thing before me was not Miss Letty anymore. Something had left. This was what it was to be dead.
Behind me, Uncle Charlie’s voice boomed. “Emmie!”
About the Author:
Connie B. Dowell writes young adult fiction and nonfiction. She holds a B.A. in English from the University of Georgia and a Masters of Library and Information Science from Valdosta State University. She lives in Virginia with her husband, where they host a history podcast, One Hundred Centuries, and both consume far more coffee than is probably wise.
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