SCONE COLD DEAD
Chapter One
"So," Dan Ruskin said. "Explain this to me."
Liss MacCrimmon shot him an incredulous look.
Explain what? The sequence of dance steps that made up a
Highland Fling? The years of training that went into creating
a professional dancer? Her life?
Former life, she reminded herself, and felt a sharp pang
in the region of her heart for all she had lost. In a few minutes
the lights in the auditorium would dim and the show
would begin. Members of Strathspey, the company of
Scottish dancers Liss had belonged to from the time she
was nineteen until a career-ending knee injury forced her
into "retirement" seven months earlier, had come to Fallstown,
Maine, to perform.
At her urging, Liss reminded herself. This had been her
own idea. She'd made all the arrangements to bring the
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