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A Ghost of Caribou (Alex Carter #3) A Ghost of Caribou by Alice Henderson
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“think whoever is abducting these women is using a drone of some kind to track them. It can home in on body heat, and is armed with some kind of dart. Probably a tranquilizer dart.”
Alice Henderson, A Ghost of Caribou
“she heard something high-pitched and turned to see if a marmot sat out on one of the rocks. She didn’t spot one. Then she heard it again, only it was wrong for a marmot.”
Alice Henderson, A Ghost of Caribou
“she couldn’t fight the feeling that the squatter hadn’t used this area in a long time. If he did have Amelia, he was holding her somewhere else.”
Alice Henderson, A Ghost of Caribou
“She labored in the trenches of what often felt like a hopeless cause.”
Alice Henderson, A Ghost of Caribou
“despite the light banter and her warm layers, Alex shivered, wondering if Amelia Fairweather had truly taken off for parts tropical, or if her body lay somewhere out in the forest, waiting in the dark and the rain to be found.”
Alice Henderson, A Ghost of Caribou
“The raven had something shiny and long in its bill.”
Alice Henderson, A Ghost of Caribou
“The raven had found the missing hiker’s necklace.”
Alice Henderson, A Ghost of Caribou
“was walking so quickly, eager to get back to Wi-Fi so she could connect with the camera, that she almost tripped across a thin wire strung between two trees.”
Alice Henderson, A Ghost of Caribou
“Suddenly the man stepped out from behind the tree. Their eyes met. He was the same man who’d had the rifle earlier and been digging around with the camp shovel.”
Alice Henderson, A Ghost of Caribou
“The caribou was here. The gray ghost of the forest. And she knew she would fight with everything in her to see he was protected.”
Alice Henderson, A Ghost of Caribou
“She stared at it for a long time, seeing the rabbit in the moon, and thoughts of Watership Down, which she’d read as a child, drifted into her head.”
Alice Henderson, A Ghost of Caribou