The Buzzard Table (A Deborah Knott Mystery)
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New York Times bestselling author Margaret Maron returns with a thrilling new Deborah Knott mystery . . .
THE BUZZARD TABLE
Judge Deborah Knott and her husband, Sheriff's Deputy Dwight Bryant, are back home in Colleton County amid family and old friends. But the winter winds have blown in several new faces as well. Lt. Sigrid Harald and her mother, Anne, a well-known photographer, are down from New York to visit Mrs. Lattimore, Anne's dying mother. When the group gathers for dinner at Mrs. Lattimore's Victorian home, they meet the enigmatic Martin Crawford, an ornithologist researching a book on Southern vultures. He's also Mrs. Lattimore's long-lost nephew. With her health in decline, Mrs. Lattimore wants to make amends with her family-a desire Deborah can understand, as she, too, works to strengthen her relationship with her young stepson, Cal.
Anne is charmed by her mysterious cousin, but she cannot shake the feeling that there is something familiar about Martin . . . something he doesn't want her or anyone else to discover. When a string of suspicious murders sets Colleton County on edge, Deborah, Dwight, and Sigrid once again work together to catch a killer, uncovering long-buried family secrets along the way.
summer working off), the bright multicolored OPEN TILL MIDNIGHT sign that came home with me one New Year’s Eve, or the pink-and-white WEDDING CHAPEL sign that Will and Amy gave us when we got married. I’m hoping that when the pond shelter is built and Dwight sees that back wall filled with vibrant tubes of colorful lights that he’ll change his mind about neon and agree that this is exactly what’s been missing at our family get-togethers. “What’s with the squirrel?” I asked Reese when he came
the principal of West Colleton High School?” Sigrid nodded. “She wanted me to look at some photographs one of her students had taken and I made the mistake of saying they showed talent.” Anne fastened her own seat belt and turned the heater fan on high. “Next thing I knew, I was sitting in Deborah Knott’s courtroom and had volunteered to help a youth minister structure the kid’s community service.” “You did what?” “That woman is a force of nature,” Anne said with a rueful shake of her head.
coming off the iron. He slathered on the butter and added a pool of maple syrup. “A man cain’t go all morning on just cereal and fruit.” Cal finished his waffle in record time and went outside to clamber up on Haywood’s tractor. While we ate, Mayleen Richards called. She had spoken to Jeremy Harper’s doctor minutes before. “No change in his condition,” Dwight told me when he’d hung up, “but it looks as if whoever did it caught him off guard. The doctor says he was probably hit twice, just like
had adopted Kate’s son Jake and together he and Kate had adopted Mary Pat, her orphaned cousin. Cal had been fascinated and asked a million questions about how adoption worked and did this mean that Mary Pat and Jake were his real cousins now that Uncle Rob was their real dad? Before Dwight and Rob could pick up again on Dave Jowett’s missing wife, I asked Kate what tonight’s dinner was in aid of. “If I know Aunt Jane, it’s to take the spotlight off her health for one evening. Sigrid doesn’t
At first I wondered if she’d come to personally tell me that Aunt Rachel had finally died, but she studiously avoided my eyes and seemed caught up in the jury examination being conducted by the two attorneys at the front of the room. I turned my attention back to counsel for the plaintiff, who asked that I excuse the next prospective juror because she had just said that she knew the sister of the defendant. I nodded and we moved on. This was our second day of jury selection, a time-consuming,