Cordi O'Callaghan Mysteries 3-Book Bundle
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Suzanne F. Kingsmill. Cordi O'Callaghan Mysteries 3-Book Bundle
Prologue
chapter one
chapter two
chapter three
chapter four
chapter five
chapter six
chapter seven
chapter eight
chapter nine
chapter ten
chapter eleven
chapter twelve
chapter thirteen
chapter fourteen
chapter fifteen
chapter sixteen
chapter seventeen
chapter eighteen
chapter nineteen
chapter twenty
chapter twenty-one
chapter twenty-two
chapter twenty-three
chapter twenty-four
chapter twenty-five
Epilogue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
chapter one
chapter two
chapter three
chapter four
chapter five
chapter six
chapter seven
chapter eight
chapter nine
chapter ten
chapter eleven
chapter twelve
chapter thirteen
chapter fourteen
chapter fifteen
chapter sixteen
chapter seventeen
chapter eighteen
chapter nineteen
chapter twenty
chapter twenty-one
chapter twenty-two
chapter twenty-three
chapter twenty-four
chapter twenty-five
acknowledgements
Copyright
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Jake Diamond eyed the angle of the sun and knew he’d never get out of the bush by nightfall. That he would never get out at all didn’t cross his mind as he gripped the axe in his left hand and sliced the finely sharpened edge viciously downward, slashing a long, narrow strip of bark from the cedar. There were a hundred more such blazes snaking their way back behind him through the endless stand of trees.
Diamond surveyed the slashes with a mixture of satisfaction and frustration. He hadn’t expected it to take so long, but then he hadn’t counted on unwanted company either. Another dozen or so to go. He continued on through the heavy undergrowth toward the next tree. His deeply tanned arms glistened with sweat in the sticky summer sun, and his thick curly black hair lay matted at the line where it met his broad forehead. He had the chiselled features of a statue not yet finished, the lines sharp and blocked out, the nose straight, the chin square, the eyebrows with a startled look, as if slashed on at the last moment by the sculptor. It was a face that would have aged well, given the chance.
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I picked up the roster and began flipping through it.
“I have to get back to work,” she said. “Just leave the roster on the table when you’re finished, ’kay?”
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