The Beastly Island Murder

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Carol W. Hazelwood. The Beastly Island Murder

Acknowledgements

Dedication

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

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Many thanks to my writing critique group: Janice Clark, Jim Harder, Nancy Poss-Hatchl, Adele Kopecky, Tom McCranie, Dorran Nadeau, and to my sister, Joan Blue, and Valerie Newman.

Jennifer stroked through the icy waters toward the sloop’s stern to read the name stenciled in glossy-gold script: The High Life, out of Seattle. Water lapped against its black hull as she circled the unwelcome visitor. The cockpit was white, the rigging tidy; her brass sparkled, her teak rub rail shined. No one was aboard. She scanned the beach—empty. With a nervous flutter in her stomach, she paddled toward shore, passing the buoy that marked shallow water.

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“I thought perhaps it had another meaning, more dramatic, perhaps even ghostly.” He produced a fresh tomato and a head of lettuce out of the bag he’d carried. “Thought you might not have had your greens lately.”

Her eyes widened. “That’ll be a treat. I have some Marsala vinegar and olive oil for a salad dressing. I’ll add pine nuts for crunch.” She grinned as she took his salad offerings. “I picked elderberries this morning. We can have them for dessert. How does that sound?”

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