Down the Rabbit Hole (An Echo Falls Mystery)
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Welcome to Echo Falls, home of a thousand secrets.
Ingrid is in the wrong place at the wrong time. Or at least her shoes are. And getting them back will mean getting tangled up in a murder investigation as complicated as the mysteries solved by her idol, Sherlock Holmes. With soccer practice, schoolwork, and the lead role in her town's production of Alice in Wonderland, Ingrid is swamped. But as things in Echo Falls keep getting curiouser and curiouser, Ingrid realizes she must solve the murder on her own -- before it's too late!
of the Echo Falls Heritage Society, of which Carol Levin-Hill was vice president in charge of acquisitions. The Heritage Society now owned Prescott Hall and had a ten-year plan to fix up the whole thing; Tim Ferrand was in charge of fund-raising and had already given one hundred thousand dollars of his own money. Ingrid often heard her mother talking about all this on the phone, but it didn’t interest her very much. What interested her was the fact that some long-ago Prescott had married a
within smelling range. She smelled like Grampy: cigarettes and booze. “Little girlie, totally lost,” she said. “Or else running away from home. Is that it? You running away from home?” “No,” said Ingrid, fighting the urge to back up a step. Cracked-Up Katie squinted down at her. “Bet you are,” she said. “Bet your whole life’s hit the fan and you’re taking off. I’m a real good guesser.” She stuck the sunglasses in her piled-up hair. “Or used to be,” she said, her voice a lot quieter all of a
gravediggers. “Just between you, me, and the lamppost,” said the chief, “very few cases end up being one hundred percent tidy.” “What’s untidy about this one?” Ingrid said. The chief laughed. “Poor little Joe,” he said. “What do you mean?” “Nothing,” said the chief. “I’ll tell you what’s untidy about this case. First, Morales and Stingley left prints in the house but only in the kitchen, and she was killed upstairs. We’ve got witnesses who say they sometimes socialized with her, so the
the set or in a restaurant. He’d made a mistake, an absolute giveaway. She’d been so dumb. Jack Palance laughed an evil laugh but looked a bit worried. He covered the well with a piece of sheet metal. Ingrid had a sudden thought, a really amazing one, maybe the kind Sherlock Holmes would have had, if he’d lived to see laptop computers. She clicked online. That bar came up at the top, the one with Favorites in it. Click on Favorites. Vincent Dunn had only one: prescott-revival.org, the site all
Ingrid.” —Publishers Weekly “Deft use of literary allusions and ironic humor add further touches of class to a topnotch mystery.” —School Library Journal “Peter Abrahams scores big with the first novel in his new Echo Falls Mystery series. Readers will impatiently await the next.” —Chicago Sun-Times Credits Cover art © 2006 by Paul Robinson Cover design by Hilary Zarycky Copyright DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE: An Echo Falls Mystery. Copyright © 2005 by Pas de Deux. All rights