Girl in the Mist
(Detective Morgan Brookes Book 18)
By Helen Phifer

 

 

Her entire body shakes as she runs through the mist, barely keeping her screams bottled inside. She finds somewhere safe to hide, but the image of the figure dressed head-to-toe in black flashes through her mind. Someone is coming for her…

When reports come in of an attack on a group of friends on the grounds of an abandoned summer camp, Detective Morgan Brookes races to the scene. Seeing a body in the lake, she throws herself into the freezing water, but the boy’s battered face and blue lips are evidence that she is far too late. With his killer at large, and one young girl missing, a desperate search ensues.

Everyone in town believes the camp is haunted, but not a soul knew the teens had ventured there to look for ghosts. The only witness was the caretaker, and his filthy, dilapidated house puts the whole team on edge. But when Morgan meets the girl who survived, trembling in her hospital bed, and hears about a female figure she saw in the mist, a shiver runs through her. Is this the young girl’s imagination running wild, the killer, or another victim?

With rain flooding Rydal Falls, washing away all evidence and reducing visibility in the camp, Morgan must throw everything she has into unravelling this mystery and finding the young girl lost in the mist. But will the twisted killer stalking the mountains get there first?

Nail-biting, twisty, and impossible to put down. If you love gripping thrillers from Angela Marsons, Robert Dugoni and Rachel Caine, you’ll be absolutely hooked!

 

My Rating:

Favorite Quotes:

 

Everywhere is haunted by someone or something. It’s usually memories of unhappy times that cause the memories that haunt us all.

When the door opened, she was kind of disappointed that Joyce wasn’t still wearing her Demogorgon onesie; instead she had a pair of Hocus Pocus pyjamas on, and Morgan thought that she might be in love with this older woman’s nightwear wardrobe.

… can I just say that you made me jump so far out of my skin I think my soul left my body.

This was turning into a carnival with a whole load of clowns…

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My Review:

I always enjoy reading this crafty scribbler’s tales as I fall right into her characters’ vortex and feel as if I can see, hear, and smell right along with them. This was a creepy folktale/murder mystery that kept the little pea in my brain rattling and itchy to find the killer. Thankfully, this clever scribe threw in some unexpected yet welcome humor at irregular intervals to ease up on the thrumming tension and impending peril.