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A Dead Red Oleander (A Dead Red, #3) A Dead Red Oleander by R.P. Dahlke
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“May the sun shine warm upon your face; the rains fall soft upon your fields and until we meet again, may God hold you in the palm of His hand.”
R.P. Dahlke, A Dead Red Oleander
“Whatever does not kill me makes me stronger.”
R.P. Dahlke, A Dead Red Cadillac
“No, I can't! I won't! No man has ever gotten knifed on account of me. If he dies, I won't ever get a chance to say goodbye. And if he lives, I want to be the first person there so I can ask him why he did such a stupid thing”
R.P. Dahlke, A Dead Red Oleander
“but don't forget, most serial killers were once sweet little boys, too.”
R.P. Dahlke, A Dead Red Heart
“my Kindle loaded with mystery and detective fiction.”
R.P. Dahlke, A Dead Red Heart
“I follow the tracks as they roll over the berm, cutting twin ruts in the banked up earth, the crazy, jigsaw pattern of my reckless descent. Trucks and drivers intent on dinner, home, family whiz past—I wish I were one of them.”
R.P. Dahlke, A Dead Red Oleander
“Too bad I didn't have on my engagement ring; maybe I could get him to peck at the lock mechanism and open it. Yeah, right, and while I'm hallucinating, maybe get him to bring me a nice cold Pepsi.”
R.P. Dahlke, A Dead Red Oleander
“A few crows shop the furrowed rows for worms, weevils, and grasshoppers. One hops over to inspect the truck I'm lying under, cocks a beady black eye, probably attracted to the shiny metal police-issued handcuffs, my hand in one of the cuffs, dangling from wrist to arm, and finally down to me, Lalla Bains, aero-ag pilot, sometime busybody, meddling where I shouldn't—again.”
R.P. Dahlke, A Dead Red Oleander
“pressurized”
R.P. Dahlke, A Dangerous Harbor
“Of course you do, sugah, but the polite thing to do would be to wait until we’re all in the car.”
R.P. Dahlke, A Dead Red Oleander
“So,” he drawls, “what’s your story, little lady?”
R.P. Dahlke, A Dead Red Oleander
“I'm a second hand vegetarian. Cows eat grass, I eat the cows, and I’m going to continue to enjoy eating that way till I die, thank you very much.”
R.P. Dahlke, A Dead Red Miracle
“blush rise”
R.P. Dahlke, A Dangerous Harbor
“Truth is rarely pure, and seldom simple,”
R.P. Dahlke, A Dead Red Cadillac
“is good for those who have nothing to lose.”
R.P. Dahlke, A Dead Red Cadillac
“glass beads to his kitchen.”
R.P. Dahlke, A Dead Red Heart
“Maybe I could get the answers and clear”
R.P. Dahlke, A Dead Red Oleander
“Chapter One: The world is flat. I know it is, because for the last five hours the view has been exactly the same. Only the sun has done any traveling, working its long shadows through straight lines of harvested cotton. A few crows shop the furrowed rows for worms, weevils, and grasshoppers. One hops over to inspect the truck I'm lying under, cocks a beady black eye, probably attracted to the shiny metal police-issued handcuffs, my hand in one of the cuffs, dangling from wrist to arm, and finally down to me, Lalla Bains, aero-ag pilot, sometime busybody, meddling where I shouldn't—again. I'm dirt smeared and sweaty, thinking if I get out of this alive, if the killer doesn't return to finish me off, I'll foreswear all future sleuthing. My dad, Caleb my fiancé, my best friend Roxanne, and half of Stanislaus County will be pleased to bear witness to that promise.”
R.P. Dahlke, A Dead Red Oleander