Secrets to the Grave - Softcover

Hoag, Tami

Softcover

ISBN 10: 0752898957 ISBN 13: 9780752898957

Publisher: Orion Publishing Group

Synopsis

When Marissa Fordham, a reclusive artist, is found brutally murdered, the town of Oak Knoll is horrified. Left to rot, the body might not have been found for days but for a call to 911: a child's voice saying 'Daddy hurt me'. The police find Marissa on her kitchen floor, her body slashed and mutilated. Lying with her head on her mother's bloody breast is Fordham's four-year-old daughter, Haley, barely clinging to life herself. To protect their fragile witness, the police call in Anne Leone, child advocate. Anne not only works in the justice system, she's about to become star witness in the trial of the man who tried to make her his fourth victim in the See-No-Evil murders. As soon as Anne sees little Haley, alone and terrified, her heart is hers. But it will be no easy task to unravel the secrets of Haley's young life or those of her mother. Haley is a deeply traumatised little girl. Meanwhile, the cops begin to peel back the layers of Marissa Fordham's life only to discover that she seems never to have officially existed. It looks as if Marissa Fordham may take her secrets to the grave until one loose thread begins to unravel the shroud of lies to reveal a truth more terrible than anyone could have imagined. A truth that will put Anne and Haley directly in the sights of a killer.

About this title

About the Author:

Tami Hoag's novels have appeared regularly on the US bestseller lists since the publication of her first book in 1988. She lives in California.

Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.:

1
November 1986

The house stood by itself back off the road in a field of dried golden grass, half hidden by spreading oaks. An amalgam of styles part Spanish, part ranch the once-white stucco building was weathered in a way that made it seem a part of the natural surroundings, as if it had grown up out of the earth and belonged there as much as any of the hundred-year-old trees.

The scene was a plein air painting, soft and impressionistic: the golden grass, the dark trees, bruise-purple mountains in the background, and the whisper-blue sky strewn with long, thin, pink-tinted clouds; the small white house with its old tile roof. On the other side of the mountains the sun had begun its descent toward the ocean. Here, the day seemed to have paused to admire its own perfection. Stillness held the landscape enraptured.

Nothing gave away a hint of what lay within the house.

The driveway was a path of dirt and crushed rock with grass and weeds sprouted up the middle like the mane of a wild pony. Falling down fences the color of driftwood created the lane between two overgrown pastures that had once been home to cattle and horses.

A vintage Woody station wagon well past its glory days was parked at a casual angle near an open shed full of rusted farm equipment. An old Radio Flyer red wagon had been abandoned near the front porch with an orange tabby cat sitting in it, waiting for a ride. On the porch two kittens played peekaboo among overgrown pots of parched geraniums and kitchen herbs. One propped herself up on the screen door and peered into the house, then squeaked and leapt and dashed away, tail straight up in the air.

Inside the house nothing moved but flies.

A horrible still life had been staged on the Saltillo tile kitchen floor.

A woman lay dead, her hair spreading out around her head like a dark cloud. Her skin was the color of milk. Her lips had been painted as red as a rose as red as her blood must have been as it drained from the wounds carved into her flesh.

She lay discarded like a life-size broken doll made up, torn up, and cast aside, her brown eyes cloudy and lifeless.

Beside her lay a smaller doll her child head resting on her shoulder, face streaked with the last of her mother's life's blood.

The flies buzzed. The wall clock ticked above the sink.

The telephone receiver dangled near the floor, stenciled with small bloody fingerprints. The last words spoken into it were a whisper still hanging in the air: "My daddy hurt my mommy...;"

About this edition

• Publisher: Orion Publishing Group
• ISBN 10: 0752898957
• ISBN 13: 9780752898957
• Binding: Paperback