Sketch a Falling Star
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Authors: Sharon Pape
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Praise for the Portrait of Crime Mysteries
To Sketch a Thief
“An enjoyable thriller…[A] fun whodunit.”
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Genre Go Round Reviews
“[A] fast-paced read you won’t want to put down…This is the perfect story to “escape” into for a relaxing afternoon.”
—Dollycas’s Thoughts
Sketch Me If You Can
“Fast-paced and spirited, Sharon Pape’s mystery…introduces police sketch artist Rory McCain and her cranky, ethereal housemate, Ezekiel Drummond…Pape has a sure-handed balance of humor and action that makes her a writer to watch.”
—Julie Hyzy, national bestselling author of
the White House Chef Mysteries
“Police sketch artist Rory McCain, moonlighting as an amateur detective, assisted by the ghost of an 1870s federal marshal. Sharon Pape takes this improbable premise and makes it work—and how! Rory is memorable, her sidekick intriguing. Exceptionally well written, a standout mystery. I’m looking forward to more.”
—Susan Wittig Albert, national bestselling author of
Cat’s Claw
“A police artist matches wits with the ghost of an Old West marshal as they work together to solve a double homicide, but it’s the chemistry between this modern woman and crusty cowboy that will draw readers in to
Sketch Me If You Can
. A spirited debut!”
—Cleo Coyle, national bestselling author of
the Haunted Bookshop Mysteries
“A fun ride.”
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CA Reviews
“Part mystery, part paranormal, and all spine-tingling suspense…This promises to be a great beginning to a dynamic ongoing series that both mystery lovers and paranormal fans will enjoy.”
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Fresh Fiction
“Will suck you in, pull you along, and spit you out at the end after the ride of your life…
Sketch Me If You Can
is a story you won’t long forget, even after you pass the book along to your friends.”
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The Romance Readers Connection
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SKETCH ME IF YOU CAN
TO SKETCH A THIEF
SKETCH A FALLING STAR
Sketch a
Falling Star
Sharon Pape
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ALWAYS LEARNING
PEARSON
For my husband, Dennis.
Who needs a Mount Palomar anyway?
Acknowledgments
I want to thank my daughter, Lauren, for brokering many peace accords between me and my computer, thereby saving my sanity.
I want to thank my son, Jason, for “fixing” me whenever I break myself, which is more often than one might think.
Table of Contents
Prologue
R
ory was wrestling her suitcase into the trunk of the Volvo when she was startled by a bright little voice wishing her a good morning. She couldn’t imagine who else was out and about, much less in her driveway, at six o’clock on a Sunday morning. She popped her head up so quickly that she banged it on the lid of the trunk.
“Oh my,” said the owner of the voice, an elderly woman so slight that she might have been blown there by a sudden gust of wind. She had stunning blue eyes that were caught up in a seine of wrinkles and white hair that sprouted in random tufts across her scalp. Although she was wearing a blue terry-cloth robe over yellow pajamas, her feet were bare. The lack of shoes didn’t seem to bother her in spite of an outside temperature that was straining to reach forty.
“I didn’t mean to scare you,” she said, her forehead pleated with concern.
“That’s okay,” Rory told her, finding it hard to be annoyed with the woman, who had an open, childlike expression, in spite of the years deeply etched into her face. “What can I do for you?”
“I’m Eloise,” she said, a smile puffing up her sunken cheeks and twinkling in her eyes.
“Well, I’m Rory.” She extended her hand. “Nice to meet you.”
Eloise gave it a firm little shake.
“Are you lost?” Rory asked.
Eloise shook her head. “I live over there.” She pointed down the block to the brick colonial owned by the Bowman family.
It was close to a year now that Rory had been living in the refurbished Victorian her uncle Mac had left her, and she knew all her neighbors well enough to say “hello,” ask after their families and presumably borrow a cup of sugar should she ever need one. But she couldn’t recall having seen Eloise before. It was possible that she’d come to stay with the Bowmans recently, as she became incapable of living alone. They probably weren’t even aware that their matriarch was out wandering the neighborhood.
Of all mornings too. Rory’s alarm clock had chosen that night to stop working, so she’d overslept and was already late leaving for the airport. Thank goodness she’d decided to drop Hobo off with her parents the night before or she wouldn’t stand a chance of making her flight. It was going to be a toss-up anyway, and not even her indomitable aunt Helene would be able to convince the airline to wait for her. Still, she couldn’t just drive away and let Eloise continue roaming around on her own. She’d have to drop her back home and see her safely inside.
She was about to coax Eloise into the car when she saw Doug Bowman come tearing out his front door with a raincoat over his pajamas and his comb-over standing on end as if he’d just rolled out of bed.
Things were looking up. She just hoped Doug wasn’t in a chatty mood.
“Mom!” he yelled, flip-flopping down the street to them in slippers that were in imminent danger of flying off his feet. “Mom, come back here. Mom!” he implored like a man who was mere inches away from the end of his quickly fraying rope. Rory understood that feeling only too well, courtesy of a certain deceased federal marshal who shared her home and her life. Judging by the desperation in Doug’s tone, this probably wasn’t his mother’s first solo flight.
