After Dusk: A Mystery Novel (Appalachian Mountain Mysteries)

Laurel Falls, N.C., Summer, 2015: "What do you do when the sheriff says an old friend killed someone … but he swears he didn’t do it? I never thought I’d see Dusk Holt again. He was just a boy when I helped Della Kincaid find what happened to his mother all those years ago. And now here he stood at my front door—an ex-con with prison tats crawling up his neck. He promised he wanted to do good going forward. But next thing we knew, he’d gotten himself arrested for murder before his hair had time to grow out from that awful prison cut. Not to mention all the evidence that kept piling up against him. No question about it. The sheriff was after Dusk. I’m not proud how often I wanted to give up our investigation. And why wouldn’t I? I got beat up, tires slashed, and almost drowned. Della and I tore all over the mountains of North Carolina and chased clues to the Pacific Northwest and back. I’ll say this for that killer—he was good at being evil.