The Last Sister (Columbia River, #1; Callahan & McLane, #5)

by Kendra Elliot

Something swayed in a tree. She couldn’t breathe. Please. Not again.

As soon as I stepped inside, I knew something was wrong.” “What do you mean?” “I could feel it. The air felt thick inside—I don’t know how to explain it. It felt . . . wrong.” She looked up and spotted a brief flash of recognition in the agent’s eyes. He knows what I mean.

Some of those young deputies are as sharp as a mashed potato sandwich,”

She leaned against a fir and allowed herself to feel. Feel the pain and loss and rage at the destruction of her family.

The sky started to change, and she sighed, watching the blues and pinks move across as the ocean turned a glassy silver, mirroring the colors of the sky. The wind had taken a rest, and the water was calm.

Alone in the curtained bay, he silently fell apart, broken by the wash of agony and heartbreak.