Remembrance by T.K. Eldridge. pdf download
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I was three when I watched my mother die.
Now I’m back in Muckle Cove digging into her murder.
They say coming home is never easy, but what I’m finding goes so much deeper than anyone could have imagined.
Ancient magic, modern politics, and my mother’s ghost all point to some truth in the past that could change my present forever.
If it doesn’t kill me first…
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Remembrance: Prologue
amille Brewster shifted the weight of her sleeping daughter in her arms
and tucked the crocheted blanket around Emmy a little more securely.
Times like this were when she realized that she’d made the right decision to
move from Boston and settle on Cape Cod. A quiet town, Muckle Cove had a
good school system and a solid sense of community.
Now I’m back in Muckle Cove digging into her murder.
They say coming home is never easy, but what I’m finding goes so much deeper than anyone could have imagined.
Ancient magic, modern politics, and my mother’s ghost all point to some truth in the past that could change my present forever.
If it doesn’t kill me first…
Grab this first in the five-star series that readers say “…makes you believe in magic!”
Remembrance: Prologue
amille Brewster shifted the weight of her sleeping daughter in her arms
and tucked the crocheted blanket around Emmy a little more securely.
Times like this were when she realized that she’d made the right decision to
move from Boston and settle on Cape Cod. A quiet town, Muckle Cove had a
good school system and a solid sense of community.
Simple ngs she hadn’t realized were valuable until six months ago when it had
all come crashing down. Back then, the only thing holding her to Boston was a
job she had grown to despise. Being a fashion writer had been her dream for as
long as she could remember and writing for Harper’s had been a realization of
that dream – until Emlen was born.
Funny how having a child completely changed one’s priorities.
Her mind skimmed over the past few years. Meeting JJ at the gala – their
whirlwind relationship and the bitter crash at the end. Her realization that this
child would be hers and hers alone. All of it had brought her to this place and
this point in time. Cradling this sweet little girl in her arms, listening to her soft
breaths mingling with the pounding of waves on the beach still audible even
through the closed windows. A sense of contentment washed over her as Cami
let herself drift into near sleep. She’d make this life work for them – peace,
security and stability.
The creak of the floor in the back hallway is what must’ve woken her, but for a
few moments, Cami couldn’t figure out what had brought her suddenly awake.
The faint gleam of the light over the sink in the kitchen and the dim lamp in the
living room where she sat were the only illumination in the house. Barely
breathing, she listened intently to the house and her sleeping child, wondering
what had her trembling in anticipation. Again, a soft shuffle of a shoe in the hall
and Cami knew someone was in her house. Rising slowly from the rocker, she
moved to the built-in blanket chest under the window and carefully lifted the lid
before moving to place Emmy in the niche. The child’s eyes opened wide and
Cami pressed a finger to the girl’s lips.
“Shh. Stay quiet and don’t come out, no matter what, until I get you, okay?”
A faint nod from Emmy and Cami slowly lowered the lid, the mesh vent in the
front of the chest allowing plenty of air into the space.
Cami reached for the fireplace poker,
security and stability.
The creak of the floor in the back hallway is what must’ve woken her, but for a
few moments, Cami couldn’t figure out what had brought her suddenly awake.
The faint gleam of the light over the sink in the kitchen and the dim lamp in the
living room where she sat were the only illumination in the house. Barely
breathing, she listened intently to the house and her sleeping child, wondering
what had her trembling in anticipation. Again, a soft shuffle of a shoe in the hall
and Cami knew someone was in her house. Rising slowly from the rocker, she
moved to the built-in blanket chest under the window and carefully lifted the lid
before moving to place Emmy in the niche. The child’s eyes opened wide and
Cami pressed a finger to the girl’s lips.
“Shh. Stay quiet and don’t come out, no matter what, until I get you, okay?”
A faint nod from Emmy and Cami slowly lowered the lid, the mesh vent in the
front of the chest allowing plenty of air into the space.
Cami reached for the fireplace poker,
a faint scrape of metal sounding much too
loud as she armed herself against the intruder. Hefting it like a baseball bat, she
stepped towards the hallway and waited just out of sight.
One breath…two…and she saw a gloved hand holding a revolver slip past the
edge of the wall. Bringing the poker down hard, she heard a man’s cry of pain
and the roar and flash of a bullet hitting the hardwood floor a few feet away.
Suddenly fear that Emlen would accidentally get shot had her moving to swing
again, but the man had turned the corner and the gun was coming up towards
her. A face she vaguely recognized met her wide eyes before she heard the sound
of the gun firing once more, a sharp spike of pain at the side of her head, and
everything went dark.
Cursing, the man grabbed his forearm, pretty sure the blow she’d dealt him had
broken it. Looking at the woman’s body sprawled on the floor, the growing
loud as she armed herself against the intruder. Hefting it like a baseball bat, she
stepped towards the hallway and waited just out of sight.
One breath…two…and she saw a gloved hand holding a revolver slip past the
edge of the wall. Bringing the poker down hard, she heard a man’s cry of pain
and the roar and flash of a bullet hitting the hardwood floor a few feet away.
Suddenly fear that Emlen would accidentally get shot had her moving to swing
again, but the man had turned the corner and the gun was coming up towards
her. A face she vaguely recognized met her wide eyes before she heard the sound
of the gun firing once more, a sharp spike of pain at the side of her head, and
everything went dark.
Cursing, the man grabbed his forearm, pretty sure the blow she’d dealt him had
broken it. Looking at the woman’s body sprawled on the floor, the growing
puddle of blood under her head, he kicked the poker out of the way and leaned
down to listen. No breathing.
down to listen. No breathing.
Good. Picking up the fireplace tool, he placed it
back in the stand and glanced around the room.
“Now to find the brat.” He muttered as he turned towards the bedrooms.
Looking first in one room, then the other, he didn’t see any sign of the child.
“Bloody hell.” He cursed as he pulled out his radio, thumbing the button. “She’s
down. Kid isn’t here.”
“Of course she’s there. Keep looking!” the voice yelled back at him.
“No, really, she’s not here. Maybe she’s at the aunt’s or something?” the shooter
replied.
A few minutes hesitation and then a low growl. “Fine. Get out. I’ll deal with
your fuck up later.”
Another look around the room and the man turned, heading back out the way he
came, gloves leaving no fingerprints, revolver leaving no casings, just a faint
click as he closed the door.
Silence filled the small cottage. It was probably close to an hour before Emlen
pushed the lid up on her hiding spot and crawled out.
back in the stand and glanced around the room.
“Now to find the brat.” He muttered as he turned towards the bedrooms.
Looking first in one room, then the other, he didn’t see any sign of the child.
“Bloody hell.” He cursed as he pulled out his radio, thumbing the button. “She’s
down. Kid isn’t here.”
“Of course she’s there. Keep looking!” the voice yelled back at him.
“No, really, she’s not here. Maybe she’s at the aunt’s or something?” the shooter
replied.
A few minutes hesitation and then a low growl. “Fine. Get out. I’ll deal with
your fuck up later.”
Another look around the room and the man turned, heading back out the way he
came, gloves leaving no fingerprints, revolver leaving no casings, just a faint
click as he closed the door.
Silence filled the small cottage. It was probably close to an hour before Emlen
pushed the lid up on her hiding spot and crawled out.
“Mummy?” she whispered,
pajama covered feet padding closer to the still figure on the floor. A tiny hand
reached out to pat Cami’s still face. “Mummy? I waited. Wake up, Mummy.”
When Cami didn’t stir, Emlen sighed and curled up against her mother’s side,
head resting on her mother’s belly where she fell asleep.
James O’Brien parked his pickup in the gravel drive outside the cottage and set
his travel mug in the console holder. Glancing at the work order, he went over it
one more time before he stepped out and reached into the back to grab his
toolbox. This job had been scheduled for about a week and it didn’t look like it
was going to take him long. Repairing the railing on the porch and fixing the
pajama covered feet padding closer to the still figure on the floor. A tiny hand
reached out to pat Cami’s still face. “Mummy? I waited. Wake up, Mummy.”
When Cami didn’t stir, Emlen sighed and curled up against her mother’s side,
head resting on her mother’s belly where she fell asleep.
James O’Brien parked his pickup in the gravel drive outside the cottage and set
his travel mug in the console holder. Glancing at the work order, he went over it
one more time before he stepped out and reached into the back to grab his
toolbox. This job had been scheduled for about a week and it didn’t look like it
was going to take him long. Repairing the railing on the porch and fixing the
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