Faithful Unto Death (A Sugar Land Mystery)
Stephanie Jaye Evans
Language: English
Pages: 344
ISBN: 0425247732
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Everything looks perfect in Sugar Land, Texas. But it’s not.
No one knows that better than Walker “Bear” Wells, a former college football player now serving as a minister in this upscale Texas town, where famous athletes mix with ranchers and the local parish priest wants to arm wrestle. It’s a beautiful master-planned community, but people can’t be held to neighborhood restrictions, and Bear deals daily with emotional and spiritual problems, in both his flock and his own family.
But never murder. Not until a man is found dead on the nearby golf course, his skull crushed.
Bear has no interest in playing detective. His job is praying for the dead, not searching for their killers. But every time he turns around, another facet of the investigation tangles with his own life…like the fact that the murdered man’s son—and a main suspect—is currently dating his own rebellious teenage daughter.
He made a promise to do the right thing. But keeping promises may be what led to murder...
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be, considering the gate opens onto the levee. I did notice that the door that opened off the back of the garage was open. I’m careful to keep that door shut and locked because you can get into the house from the garage. You can, a stranger can, and four-footed guests can, too. So I keep the door shut and usually locked. When I put my hand on the doorknob, there was a dry crust of mud on it. Imagine here a long, creaking twenty-five seconds as my body stops cold and my brain ratchets
own. Honey took forever. I couldn’t imagine where she had gone for that breakfast. There are half a dozen restaurants five minutes from the station. Sitting outside the interrogation room was the closest I could come to keeping my promise to Honey. I loped out to my car to fetch a paperback, and then sat on the hall floor, my back against the door. L. C. Tyler’s snarky British wit was doing a lot to distract me when Honey finally got back, an hour and thirty-five minutes later. The
imagine my daddy overpowering Graham? And exactly why would Daddy want Graham dead?” I said, “Detective Wanderley told me that HD mentioned something about Ash Robinson.” That hit Honey the way it hit me. Her eyes widened. All the expression and color flowed out of Honey’s face until I was looking through her eyes into anguish and terror. Wanderley rounded the corner. He had a young man and a woman in her thirties with him. He introduced the woman, who wore plain black slacks and
bottles of water from the garage fridge and Baby Bear and I were off. Thirty-one Dogs are pure. Everything is on the surface—their feelings, their needs, their likes and dislikes. Baby Bear leaned his head out the open window and let his velvet ears flap in the wind. His joy was so infectious that I couldn’t help catching it. A good dog is a great help in mood control. I mean, I’m not moody, but everyone gets a little blue sometimes. The Garcias’ capacious front yard gravel drive
lay on the grassy incline where the cart path dipped down to tunnel under Alcorn Oaks Boulevard. He couldn’t be seen from street level, not unless someone stepped out onto the grassy overhang, lay down, and peered between the leafy trees lining the entrance to the tunnel. And no one did that, not even the jogger whose life had been completely overturned last night. Half an hour later the sun was rising when Rebecca Rutland passed by with her two pug dogs. She was dressed in serious workout