Danger! Cross Currents: An Alix Nicholson Mystery
Gilligan, Sharon
ISBN 10: 1883061016 / ISBN 13: 9781883061012
Published by Rising Tide Pr, 1994
Publisher: Rising Tide Pr
Publication Date: 1994
Binding: Paperback
Book Condition: Good
Synopsis:
In this exciting sequel to DANGER in HIGH PLACES, freelance photographer Alix Nicholson is looking forward to teaching photography at Pacific
Arts, a college idyllically located on California's North Coast. But as she quickly discovers, there are ugly goins-on beneath the surface beauty of her
surroundings. When her landlady, a real estate developer, turns up dead, and the police arrest Leah Claire, the woman's much younger lover, Alix is
rapidly drawn into a complex web of intrigue and murder.
As she frantically searches for a way to free Leah, Alix unexpectedly finds herslf at the dawn of a new romance....and on the brink of her own
destruction. A statisfying, well-crafted mystery.
Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.:
I punched the eject button on the car's tape deck, interrupting the fifth go-round of Kenny Rogers and Dottie West lamenting, then postponing, their
breakup for one more night. I'd heard it every sixty miles or so since leaving Dubuque, and it was time to stop feeling sorry for myself. It was the day
after Labor Day, and the wide grey expanse of Interstate 90 was all mine, except perhaps for a lurking highway partol car or two. So what if I was alone
in the middle of Southern Minnesota and Gina Laurenzi was back home in Dubuque getting on with her life....without me? Actually Gina was never the
great love of my life, despite the attempts of our mutual friends to link us up as a couple.
"Mutt and Jeff" or "Pepper and Salt" were among the forced, cutsey nicknames often used to describe us. One referred to Gina's petite frame, which I
towered over at five feet ten inches, while the other contrasted her warm , dark features to my fair skin, ice blue eyes and blond hair. But nothing they did
could make us a couple or make Gina "my better half". She was just the woman I'd been sleeping with for the last year, and she had been absolutely right
when she dumped me two weeks ago.
All summer we had talked about making this trip out West together. I had been invited to be the artist-in-residence for the fall term at Pacific Arts, a four-
year college in Northern California, and we figured the trip might be a way to decide if we had a future. But I think we both knew we didn't...............
