Book 7 in the Olympia Brown series
Product Code: 7877
ISBN: 9780991362868
Format: Paperback
Publisher: Mainly Murder Press
Published Date: 09/01/2014
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Price: $16.95
Olympia accepts a winter contract in a picture-book church on Cape Cod, but someone in that idyllic setting is watching and waiting. When Olympia is trapped inside the old church along with her stalker in a killer New England blizzard, husband Frederick is too far away to help, and the police can’t reach her. Olympia becomes both the hunter and the hunted, and only she or the predator will survive the night.
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Rev. Olympia Brown didn’t see the Valentine’s Day gift bag hanging on the back of the door until she was seated at her desk in the church office. Cheery pink and red tissue paper was spilling out of the top, and a tangle of curly ribbons twirled and tumbled down the sides. She grimaced and bit her lip.

It would likely be some sort of little trinket or useless knick-knack, the kind she particularly loathed—a statue of a sad-eyed kid in a nightgown or one more goddamn angel with a sappy message about how God is watching over you etched into the bottom. Only it wasn’t God watching over her. It was a woman named Emily Goodale who, from the day Olympia started a three month contract at the Salt Rock Fellowship, had attached herself to Olympia like a homeless kitten.

Seeing it hanging there, she recalled a warning from her days in seminary. The Pastoral Ministry Professor had looked over her glasses at the ministers in training and said, “Watch out for the note takers and the gift givers. You need to handle them with kid gloves, and at the same time you need to watch your back. They can spell trouble.”

“Damn,” said Olympia, half in defeat and half in resignation, “I thought I’d taken care of this.”

“Are you talking to me?” called a voice from the next room. It was Charlotte Herlihy, the church administrator, who had ears like a hawk has eyes.

“No, just thinking out loud. Do I have any appointments this afternoon? There’s something I need to sort out, and it can’t wait.”

“Clear on this end,” came the disembodied voice. “Anything I can help with? I can stay on, if you want.”

“I only wish there were.” Olympia grumbled under her breath. “No, thanks, Charlotte, I’m good.”

“Well, don’t stay too late. You don’t want to get stuck down here once that storm gets going. We don’t usually get too much snow on the Cape, but every once in a while we get totally hammered.”

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