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    Holmes: Dark Deeds: Holmes, #13
    Holmes: Dark Deeds: Holmes, #13
    Holmes: Dark Deeds: Holmes, #13
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    Holmes: Dark Deeds: Holmes, #13

    By Michael John Light

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    He only wanted to save his child.

    Now she is making men pay for his mistake of choosing the help he asked for.

    Holmes must solve a very puzzling and sad case in the hopes of stopping useless murders and to save a misguided soul.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJohn Pirillo
    Release dateJun 14, 2018
    ISBN9781386879282
    Holmes: Dark Deeds: Holmes, #13

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      Holmes - Michael John Light

      Prologue: The Marshes

      F ather, help me! She cried out.

      He stopped, ran back to his fallen child and gathered her up into his arms. The sound of hounds grew closer.

      Louder.

      She gave him a frightened look.

      He put a finger to her lips. We’ll be safe soon. So hush, we don’t want them hearing us.

      She nodded, her eyes wide as moons, as she did her best to show some courage.

      He grunted as he got to his feet. His right leg was bad off because of a knee joint thick with arthritis. But he was going to manage. He always did somehow.

      He started off slow to build the levels of pain so that he didn’t pass out, until he was running again, albeit a bit slower now he had the bundle of his child in his arms.

      She cast her arms about him as he swept through the wild blades that shot upwards through the marsh waters. They were on its edge, but soon they would have to cross it, or turn further inland, which would reveal their tracks and scent to the pursuing hounds, and the riders behind them.

      His vision began to cloud over from fatigue and exhaustion. He was straining to remember the place he sought. It was of legends, but often legends bore fruit to truth, and he had risked their lives upon it.

      The men riding hard to catch them were murderers and thieves. He and his daughter had spotted them murdering a Magistrate. They couldn’t let them survive after that, so he had brought down a bookcase into them and run, his daughter’s hand in his.

      They had come to the Magistrate’s home for tea and crumpets, not knowing that these louts would be there. Now he had the growing pain in his knee and the aching pain in his heart of a lost friend and now the possible loss of his daughter.

      He didn’t want to imagine what such people would do to a small child. What he could imagine was bad enough and broke his heart and urged him to move faster. Not give up.

      He tossed his head to get the sweat out of his eyes. Even the cool, night airs over the marshes weren’t enough to cool it off and he was sweating more and more.

      A hound let out an ear piercing yowl.

      Daddy! His daughter cried out.

      Don’t worry, they’ve found our tracks for certain now, but soon we’ll lose them.

      Then he saw the trees he was hoping for and the trail between them. The trail led directly into the marsh waters.

      He didn’t hesitate. He just prayed he didn’t step on any sleeping water snakes and have them bite.

      But as he pushed harder and harder to put more distance behind him, the reeds thickened, and soon he was reduced to a near walk.

      He stumbled through the reeds until they finally broke away.

      Behind them he could hear the dogs. Closer, but no longer coming. They had lost his scent once he had entered the waters.

      But that wouldn’t stop them forever. He knew that. If he could make his destination, everything would change, he prayed. Then he would stand at least a chance of saving his daughter.

      The reeds finally gone from his path, he

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