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A CELEBRATION OF ABUNDANCE BECOMES A DAY OF LOSS.More than a year ago Natalie Gordon went to buy a balloon at the Thanksgiving Day Parade and dissolved into thin air. The police and a private investigator still have no leads. So when Natalie's despairing husband pleads with ex-nun Christine Bennett to help, she can't say no.Not only are Natalie's present whereabouts a mystery, but so is her past. Someone has stripped her personnel file in her old office. Even her husband knows strangely little about her.Starting with a cardboard box of Natalie's belongings--a few books, keys, some cosmetics--Chris searches for a life someone has tried very hard to erase and finds a cast of characters so chilling that murder seems not only inevitable but likely to happen again. . . .
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Christine Bennett Mysteries: The Thanksgiving Day Murder, Lee Harris
- Taal
- Jaar van publicatie
- 1995
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- Taal
- Engels
- Auteurs
- Lee Harris
- Uitgever
- Fawcett Gold Medal
- Jaar van publicatie
- 1995
- Formaat
- Paperback
- Aantal pagina's
- 256
- ISBN10
- 0449149234
- ISBN13
- 9780449149232
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- A CELEBRATION OF ABUNDANCE BECOMES A DAY OF LOSS.More than a year ago Natalie Gordon went to buy a balloon at the Thanksgiving Day Parade and dissolved into thin air. The police and a private investigator still have no leads. So when Natalie's despairing husband pleads with ex-nun Christine Bennett to help, she can't say no.Not only are Natalie's present whereabouts a mystery, but so is her past. Someone has stripped her personnel file in her old office. Even her husband knows strangely little about her.Starting with a cardboard box of Natalie's belongings--a few books, keys, some cosmetics--Chris searches for a life someone has tried very hard to erase and finds a cast of characters so chilling that murder seems not only inevitable but likely to happen again. . . .