If you love Louise Penny, Richard Osman, and Fern Michaels, you’re sure to enjoy the Appalachian Mountain Mysteries series. You’ll enjoy this suspenseful Christmas mystery because who doesn’t hope someone would care if you disappeared? Turned out our investigation took us all through the mountains of North Carolina and up into Virginia to places I never wanted to see again. ~Abit Bradshaw I was set on making it the best one yet, but with vile threats and truck chases and family feuds raining down on us, it was hard to squeeze in very much ho-ho-ho. The timing, though, couldn’t have been worse: Christmastime and I had the boys that year. She’d made a success of it, and hired a good assistant a while back, which meant she had time to join me on the search for the truth. It’d been almost thirty year since she’d moved next door, buying Coburn’s General Store after Daddy drove it into the ground. I was awful glad Della Kincaid could help. I needed to know she’d made it through, like I had. I knew what a lousy upbringing looked like, but even mine couldn’t compare with what she’d faced. I just had to find out what happened to her. Or killed her to keep secret what she’d written. Like someone grabbed her and took her away. Especially because the teenage girl who wrote them stopped writing mid-sentence. That diary was filled with awful stories of mistreatment and misfortune, stories that twisted up something inside of me. It was the diary hidden in a secret compartment for almost sixty year that turned everything upside down. No, I could handle that, what with being a woodworker most of my life. Not because one of the drawers kept sticking and the whole thing needed so much refinishing. Laurel Falls, N.C., Christmas 2012: The walnut dresser I bought my son sure brought a load of trouble. An Appalachian Mountain Christmas Mystery
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