Digging Up Death (A Mari Duggins Mystery)
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Reporters? I hadn’t thought about the publicity this case would bring. “Thanks, Detective Lopez.”
Jack closed the door, then turned to Fletcher and I, hands deep in his pockets. “Guess I should be going.”
Fletcher’s gaze passed from me to Jack. “No, stay. Let me go. Catch up with your kids.”
“Why don’t you both stay,” I said. “I’ve made enough to feed an army.”
“Enough for two weary soldiers?” Fletcher winked.
“Plenty.” I smiled at Fletcher then Jack and hooked my arms in theirs. We strolled into the kitchen like the Three Musketeers. Like old times, but different.
Matt, Hattie, and Ben sat around the table, engrossed in cartoons, filling their faces with good home-cooking. A rare treat in the Duggins’ home. But that was about to change.
“Anyone for seconds?” I asked.
Everyone answered “yes” at once. Jack gave second rounds of hugs to the kids while Fletcher poured the freshly squeezed juice. I whipped up another batch of waffles and eggs in the nest. I’d have to find out what Fletcher’s favorite breakfast was another day.
Danny clomped down the stairs, backpack slung over his shoulder. “I’m really glad you’re safe, Mrs. D. You too, Mr. D. Hey, Mr. Murdock, how’s it going?”
Fletcher nodded with a mouth full.
“Why don’t you stay for brunch?” Jack poured himself a glass of orange juice. “There’s always room for one more.”
“Nah, I think you guys need the day to yourselves. Besides, Cherilyn and I are going on a picnic.”
How could I have ever doubted that boy? “It’s going to be cold today.”
He raised his eyebrows twice. “Exactly.”
Jack and Fletcher reached for the last piece of bacon. Jack withdrew and Fletcher gobbled it triumphantly. I took my seat opposite Jack, with Fletcher to my side, and watched my family dive into seconds.
I smiled at Matt, then Fletcher, surprised neither one of them noticed the resemblance. I knew there were many things that needed to be said, but it could wait. The truth would come out in time, but I wasn’t afraid. I would deal with it. We would all deal with it, and everything would work out. For good.
Forks clanked and kids bickered as usual, but the sounds rose in my ears like a beautiful symphony. One spilled glass after another, and several Ben belches later, things became so clear.
This was my life. It wasn’t perfect, but it was good. I smiled, realizing God sees us as we are. Imperfect and fatally flawed, yet loves us anyway. Despite my interference, he made all things work together for good. It may not be the way I would have planned it, but God knew we’d come through this, bruises and all.
And perhaps that’s the point. Without the bruises, maybe the healing wouldn’t be so sweet.
THE END
AUTHOR’S NOTE
While researching ancient Egypt with my children, we happened upon a female pharaoh named Hatshepsut who dared to rule as a man during the golden age of Egypt when she should have reigned as Queen. The story got stranger from there. In 1903 her sarcophagus was found, but her mummy was missing, and almost all record of her reign and her name had been etched out from monuments and temples. But why? Could Thuthmosis III, too young to take the throne though rightful heir, want revenge on Hatshepsut for crowning herself Pharaoh? That is the theory I wanted to explore in Digging Up Death, and the more I dug into Hatshepsut and her stepson, the more I realized the 21st century doesn’t have the corner on family dysfunction.
Then in 2005, Zahi Hawass, head of the Egyptian Mummy Project and secretary general of the Supreme Council of Antiquities launched a search to find Hatshepsut’s missing mummy. The hunt took him to the Cairo museum and a closer look at two mummies already in their possession. After a thorough examination and testing, they announced they had found Hatshepsut’s mummy. Though the scientific community accepts the mummy found in the Cairo museum to be Pharaoh Hatshepsut, I wondered, “what if they are wrong?”
To hear from Zahi Hawass on his quest and discovery of Hatshepsut visit: http://guardians.net/hawass/articles/quest_for_the_mummy_of_hatshepsut.htm
http://guardians.net/hawass/hatshepsut/search_for_hatshepsut.htm
To learn more about the search for Hatshepsut visit:
http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/2009/04/hatshepsut/brown-text
http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2007/jun/27/egypt.science
Look for the next Mari Duggins Mysteries:
Mayhem Under the Mistletoe
Mummy’s the Word
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Growing up on Long Island, Gina Conroy used to think she knew where her life was headed; now she’s learning to embrace life’s detours. Some of her exciting diversions have included homeschooling her four children where she discovered a love of archaeology and ancient Egypt and her most recent obsessions…ballroom and swing dancing.
She is the author of nonfiction and fiction titles, including Cherry Blossom Capers and Digging Up Death. As founder of Writer...Interrupted, Gina loves to encourage busy writers on their road to publication, and when she’s not writing, teaching or helping her kids pursue their dreams, you can find her online connecting with readers. A self-proclaimed social media enthusiast, Gina assures her family an intervention for her near daily overdose of Twitter and Facebook is not necessary and that her social media habit is under control since using Hootsuite. Readers are encouraged to contact her and test this alleged social media addiction.
Connect with Gina Conroy:
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Digging Up Death
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Table of Contents
Praise for Gina Conroy
Title Page
Acknowledgements
Dedication
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 21
CHAPTER 22
CHAPTER 23
CHAPTER 24
CHAPTER 25
CHAPTER 26
CHAPTER 27
CHAPTER 28
CHAPTER 29
CHAPTER 30
CHAPTER 31
CHAPTER 32
CHAPTER 33
CHAPTER 34
CHAPTER 35
CHAPTER 36
CHAPTER 37
CHAPTER 38
CHAPTER 39
CHAPTER 40
CHAPTER 41
CHAPTER 42
CHAPTER 43
CHAPTER 44
CHAPTER 45
CHAPTER 46
CHAPTER 47
CHAPTER 48
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CHAPTER 50
CHAPTER 51
CHAPTER 52
CHAPTER 53
CHAPTER 54
CHAPTER 55
CHAPTER 56
CHAPTER 57
CHAPTER 58
Author's Note
About the Author
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