Praise for The Book of Beloved
A tour de force from an accomplished writer who has a gift for delivering vivid sensory impressions to deepen the impact of her storyA powerful book you will not soon forget. Historical Novel Society
Carolyn Haines is a master wordsmith who has succeeded where so many in the horror/supernatural genre fall short. She has created a story that will haunt its readers Amazon Reviewer
This work is a slice of history, changing attitudes and a really good mystery all wrapped up in a well written story. Amazon Reviewer
Praise for The House of Memory
What a page-turner! This book has it all. Ghosts of murdered young women, a haunted insane asylum, an antebellum house where evil lurks, and a still-living young woman threatened by human and superhuman forces. This is a classic and beautifully-crafted ghost story in the tradition of Ammie Come Home or The Turn of the Screw. Amazon Reviewer
This is a more than a mystery about spirits. The story is intriguing and cleverly plotted; it truly kept me engaged. Haines never disappoints!...Excellent series! Amazon Reviewer
Again, Ms. Haines has written a book that holds your tight grip on it page by page. Amazon Reviewer
Praise for The Specter of Seduction
Haines once again spins a Southern Gothic ghost story so wonderfully complex that when the human villains are finally exposed on the last pages, it's a total surprise, yet nonetheless makes perfect sensea perfectly satisfying ending to a gripping book. Amazon Reviewer
A gifted storyteller, Haines writes with a direct, crisp style that is at once lyrical and often sensual. As the menace and dangers build, the pacing and tension increase exponentially. And, when the suspense and characters are so compelling, as in Specter of Seduction, one might lose track of the fine quality of the writing itself. But this is a book that shines with refined, sharp prose. Haines has a poet's ear for language and knows how to utilize words to set a tone, evoke a feeling, and capture a moment. Amazon Reviewer
This is a great read--one you will not be able to put down once you start. Southern Literary Review
Dont miss this 3rd in the Plutos Snitch series and be prepared to be on the edge of your seat until the very end. Amazon Reviewer
Praise for The Seeker
Inventive...Aine's struggle with her own illusions is genuinely effective. Publishers Weekly
This mix of thriller and ghost story is all about what is just glimpsed for an instant, whether physically or psychologically. And the suspense is intensified by the fact that readers can't be sure whether they're following the thoughts of someone sane, unhinged, or in the process of coming apart...Great for both lovers of Thoreau and suspense fans. Booklist
Praise for The Darkling
[A] spellbinding tale... eloquent evidence that Southern storytelling is indeed a very special art form. The New York Times Book Review
#6 on the list of 10 best horror novels of the year But its Haines knack for good, old-fashioned storytelling that truly sets The Darkling apart. The scares are parceled out sparingly, but assuredly. After the first few chapters, I found myself saving the novel for late nights, when I could pour a cup of coffee, light a lamp in a dark room, and allow the hyper-eerie visuals to seep into my bones. While Haines has found previous success with crime and romance, The Darkling may be proof of her true calling. Ryan Daley www.bloodydisgusting.com #6 on the list of 10 best horror novels of the year
Praise for Carolyn Haines
Like the heat of a Deep South summer, Ms. Hainess novel has an undeniable intensity; its impossible to shake its brooding atmosphere. The New York Times Book Review
A writer of exceptional talent! Milwaukee Journal
A masterful evocation of time and place. Kirkus Review
Surprising, sinisterharrowing, richly atmospheric, and sharp-edgedmaintains the suspense until its final pages. Publishers Weekly
Absolutely riveting as it pulses forward with mounting tensionbrilliant! Rocky Mountain News
A Visitation of Angels
Plutos Snitch #4
Carolyn Haines
Copyright 2019 by Carolyn Haines
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Cover design by Cissy Hartley
For Helene Buntman, my talented friend
Contents
Chapter 1
T he heat rose up from the baked clay road in a hazy shimmer. For September, the afternoon was brutally hot. I tried to discreetly wipe the sweat from my forehead and upper lip as the open car lumbered along the rutted dirt road. Only the cool breeze generated by the vehicles movement made the journey tolerable. Even with the breeze I didnt know how much longer I could take the sun beating down on us.
Reginald Proctor and I had been on the road for several days making the difficult journey to a remote area of northeast Alabama, where the Appalachian foothills provided daring driving opportunities. During the time wed been on our trip, Tennessee had voted to ratify the 19th Amendment. Women had gained the right to votebut I feared my poor brain would be cooked in my head before I got a chance to cast a ballot. Not even my bobbed hair and a large straw hat helped.
Reginald, my friend and partner in our newly formed detective agency, rolled the big touring car to a stop in front of a huge mud puddle that covered the entire road and spilled into what looked like a slough on both sides of the road. In the afternoon heat, the stillness was instantly suffocating.
Im afraid the bottom of that puddle isnt solid and well get stuck. Reginald wiped his forehead on the sleeve of what had once been a pristine, starched white shirt. Now it was as wilted as my own clothes. Because of where we were going and what we intended to do, Reginald and I had both opted for the more conservative attire of the early 1900s. With his Brilliantined hair, neat mustache, and athletic grace, Reginald looked like a handsome movie star, even when wilted from heat. My modest skirt and white lawn blouse was stifling, but we would not risk more modern attire. Not in Mission.
There was no other road to our destinationMission, Alabama, on Sand Mountain. Wed been called to help a young mother who found herself in a desperate situation. Wed been delayed leaving Mobile, Alabama by a bad storm that had blown in from the Gulf of Mexico with high winds that toppled trees, tore the roofs off buildings, and pushed torrential rains inland. The legacy of the storm was bad roads and dangerous river crossings, which had hampered our travels.
Maybe if we back up and get a good head of steam we can power through that puddle. I was ready to get to our destination and get out of the hot car.
Reginald cocked an eyebrow, his sleek black hair winking in the bright sun. You want to risk getting stuck here until someone happens by?