Christine Husom
Murder Mystery
978-1935171355
258 pages
Book II of the Winnebago County Series
About When a family’s Golden Retriever brings home a woman’s dismembered leg, the Winnebago County Sheriff’s Department launches an investigation unlike any other. Who is the young woman and where is the rest of her body? Sergeant Corrine Aleckson and Detective Elton Dawes soon discover they are up against an unidentified psychopath targeting women with specific physical features. Can they find him in time to prevent another brutal murder?
Reviews
Rich in detail and atmosphere, Buried in Wolf Lake is a story reminiscent of The Profiler television series. It draws you in from the first page, leading you on the twisted path of a psychotic killer and those dedicated to bringing the killer to justice. Once you start reading, you won't want to stop until you discover what's Buried in Wolf Lake.~ Margay Leah Justice, author of Nora's Soul
From the grisly discovery of a dismembered human leg in the first few pages, prepare to be sucked into a vortex of "can't-put-it-down" suspense with a heady shot of romance swirled within. Husom's tale of Sergeant Corinne "Corky" Aleckson's investigation is full of enough "cop speak" and investigative details to appeal to the hardest of hard-boiled mystery readers, while the potent attraction between Corky and her friend and mentor, Smoke Dawes, offers toe-curling romantic tension.
Throughout the investigation and the attraction, Husom deftly spins an eerie inner view of the twisted mind of a psychopath turned serial killer.
Filled with gritty details and emotionally compelling characters, "Buried in Wolf Lake" kept me reading late into the night. Start a book with a dismembered body part and you just can't stop reading until you've put all the pieces together, literally.
Niki Turner, author, 2009 RWA Touched By Love contest - short contemporary 2nd place finish for "Off the Grid". "Here Comes the Bride" and "The Judas Trap"
Excerpt
Smoke and a forty-something brunette woman stood together near some patio furniture on the east side of the house. Actually, Smoke stood and the woman rolled from feet flat on the ground to tippy-toes in a continual rocking motion. Her arms crossed her body in a self hug as she peered at the ground.
Smoke looked at me as I approached, creased his eyebrows together then blinked at a spot a few feet away. I fixed my eyes on the gruesome sight of a woman’s right leg--from the tips of her scarlet red polished toenails to the top of the thigh. The cut which severed the leg from the rest of the body was clean, not jagged or ragged or torn. Not the work of an animal--a non-human animal, at least.The grass on the lawn was recently cut, a neatly trimmed combination of grass, clover and plantain. The pale white leg with its red toenails, on a bed of green grass struck a frightful contrast. The colors of Christmas on a warm August day.
“Okay, this is the creepiest thing I have ever seen,” I said.
“I got a lot more years in than you so I’d have to think about that.” Smoke squatted to get a closer look and moved the readers from his breast pocket to his face. “Yeah, I’d say this would be on my top ten list. Let’s see what we got here.”
I could observe perfectly well from where I stood.
“Pretty clean cut. Power saw? Miter saw, fine blade? A butcher’s saw?” he guessed. “Appears to be from a fairly young Caucasian woman--I don’t know, twenties, thirties. Takes care of herself: pedicure, shaved, maybe waxed legs—or leg—to be precise.”
Smoke squinted against the sun to find my face. “Which brings up the obvious question. Where the hell is the rest of her?”
BURIED IN WOLF LAKE
