I preferred it when life came in tidy packages. When it didn't โ when something went awry โ I was exceedingly skilled at packaging it back up. It was my job to do so after all. I was a reconstructionist. I collected the puzzle pieces, then I gave those pieces to an investigative team to sort out. I
Catching Echoes (Reconstructionist 1)
โ Scribed by Meghan Ciana Doidge
- Book ID
- 100086229
- Publisher
- Meghan Ciana Doidge;Smashwords Edition
- Year
- 2016
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 428 KB
- Category
- Fiction
- ISBN
- 1927850525
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
โฆ Synopsis
I preferred it when life came in tidy packages. When it didn't โ when something went awry โ I was exceedingly skilled at packaging it back up. It was my job to do so after all. I was a reconstructionist. I collected the puzzle pieces, then I gave those pieces to an investigative team to sort out. I didn't ask questions. I didn't offer answers. I saw. I recorded. I moved on. I didn't dwell or obsess. I didn't hunt down suspects. I didn't follow clues to find a killer. And I certainly didn't work side by side with anyone. Least of all, a vampire who I strongly suspected might turn out to be the major missing component at the end of the trail. Then I saw something I couldn't forget. It wasn't the bloodiest thing I'd ever seen. It wasn't even close. But it haunted me. I didn't like being haunted.And I couldn't figure out how to get it out of my head.Someone was killing teenaged boys in the Pacific Northwest. Despite my misgivings, if I could help catch a killer, I had to at least...
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