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Vultures at Twilight
Charles Atkins
Something wicked has come to Grenville Connecticut a town famous for antiques and the systematic fleecing of its well-heeled elders as they down-size, sicken and die. Clearly, someone is unhappy with the status quo as high-end antique dealers are being murdered in gruesome--yet fitting--ways.
When a severed finger shows up at the Friday night auction, unlikely heroines Lil Campbell and Ada Strauss have to wonder--where's the rest of the body A question that leads to festering small-town secrets, and the unraveling of a mystery that shows all is not well in a town famed for its postcard perfect New England charm.
For Lil and Ada, long-time friends and neighbors, the murders take a personal turn as unspeakable accusations are raised against Lil's dead husband and she becomes the focus of the killer's rage. And to make things worse--or better--the two friends are forced to confront powerful feelings for one another that threaten their idyllic lives.
UK edition
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Publication Date: 26 Jan 2012
ISBN: 9780727881410
Price: £19.99
Dimensions: 222 x 141
Extent: 224 pages
US edition
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Publication Date: 1 May 2012
ISBN: 9780727881410
Price: $28.95
Dimensions: 5.25 x 8.5
Extent: 224
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