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By: Phillip Depoy , Mary GoodbodyeBook Publisher: Random House
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Deep in the hollows of Georgia's wild Appalachians, the ghost of a young girl can sometimes be seen in the moonlight, still wandering the paths of Black Pine Mountain, where she vanished more than fifty years ago. Now another little girl has gone missing, the only child of a troubled backwoods couple guarding a dark secret of their own.
Flap Tucker, a Zen private eye with a knack for finding missing things, is on his way from Atlanta to the eerie little town of Lost Pines. Beautiful nightclub owner Dalliance Oglethorpe has come with him. Together they will play their parts in the most terrifying kind of ghost story: one that's real--and not over yet.
Following a twisted trail that leads from the down-home warmth of Miss Nina's renowned FOOD establishment to the terrifying raptures of charismatic snake handlers, from shadowy forests where old tragedies lie buried to the cold realities of modern-day evil, Flap Tucker and his special talents are a little girl's last hope against a ghost's final revenge.
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| Title of eBook: Easy as 1-2-3 | Series: A Flap Tucker Mystery, , #3 |
| Release Date: 03-30-1999 | |
| Publisher: Random House Publishing Group |
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Easy as 1-2-3
Lost Pines
You see a ghost in the middle of the road. Naturally there's a full moon. Just how are you supposed to handle that? I was told it was exactly midnight on old Route 27. The hands of the clock were pressed straight up--like hands in prayer. The little girl seemed to just appear in the high beams of the Chevy. She was all dressed up in a bright red jumpsuit. The truck swerved to miss her and ended up in the McDonner corn patch. Mustard Abernathy and his pregnant wife, Sissy, were miraculously unharmed. Maybe it was on account of those praying clock hands on the dashboard.
Mustard put out his big old arm. "Hon?"
Sissy blew out a sizable breath. "I'm okay." Felt her stomach. "Baby's okay."
They both looked back to the road. It was empty. Mustard got out and looked for ten minutes, but there was no trace of the little girl in red. She was gone like smoke.
He had it in mind to hunt farther down the road. He was certain he saw some moonlit shadows moving in the ditch, but Sissy called out to him, "Sugar? I believe this baby's ready."
Mustard hustled back to the truck, tore up more of Mr. McDonner's corn patch, and peeled out to the hospital. Within the hour there was a new Baby Girl Abernathy in Stone County, and Sissy was fast asleep. Mustard was watching the late-night news. It was a story about Saint Patrick's Day in Savannah, Georgia--home of the biggest parade of its ilk outside of New York City.
Mustard leaned forward to make sure he recognized the face on the screen, then touched Sissy's shoulder. "Sweetie, your cousin Dalliance is on the TV."
Sissy went right on sleeping, but Mustard watched the rest of ...
You see a ghost in the middle of the road. Naturally there's a full moon. Just how are you supposed to handle that? I was told it was exactly midnight on old Route 27. The hands of the clock were pressed straight up--like hands in prayer. The little girl seemed to just appear in the high beams of the Chevy. She was all dressed up in a bright red jumpsuit. The truck swerved to miss her and ended up in the McDonner corn patch. Mustard Abernathy and his pregnant wife, Sissy, were miraculously unharmed. Maybe it was on account of those praying clock hands on the dashboard.
Mustard put out his big old arm. "Hon?"
Sissy blew out a sizable breath. "I'm okay." Felt her stomach. "Baby's okay."
They both looked back to the road. It was empty. Mustard got out and looked for ten minutes, but there was no trace of the little girl in red. She was gone like smoke.
He had it in mind to hunt farther down the road. He was certain he saw some moonlit shadows moving in the ditch, but Sissy called out to him, "Sugar? I believe this baby's ready."
Mustard hustled back to the truck, tore up more of Mr. McDonner's corn patch, and peeled out to the hospital. Within the hour there was a new Baby Girl Abernathy in Stone County, and Sissy was fast asleep. Mustard was watching the late-night news. It was a story about Saint Patrick's Day in Savannah, Georgia--home of the biggest parade of its ilk outside of New York City.
Mustard leaned forward to make sure he recognized the face on the screen, then touched Sissy's shoulder. "Sweetie, your cousin Dalliance is on the TV."
Sissy went right on sleeping, but Mustard watched the rest of ...
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