In the spellbinding and suspenseful Let Me Die in His Footsteps,
Edgar Award–winner Lori Roy wrests from a Southern town the secrets of
two families touched by an evil that has passed between generations.
On a dark Kentucky night in 1952
exactly halfway between her fifteenth and sixteenth birthdays, Annie
Holleran crosses into forbidden territory. Everyone knows Hollerans
don’t go near Baines, not since Joseph Carl was buried two decades
before, but, armed with a silver-handled flashlight, Annie runs through
her family’s lavender fields toward the well on the Baines’ place. At
the stroke of midnight, she gazes into the water in search of her
future. Not finding what she had hoped for, she turns from the well and
when the body she sees there in the moonlight is discovered come
morning, Annie will have much to explain and a past to account for.
It was 1936, and there were seven
Baine boys. That year, Annie’s aunt, Juna Crowley, with her black eyes
and her long blond hair, came of age. Before Juna, Joseph Carl had been
the best of all the Baine brothers. But then he looked into Juna’s eyes
and they made him do things that cost innocent people their lives.
Sheriff Irlene Fulkerson saw justice served—or did she?
As the lavender harvest
approaches and she comes of age as Aunt Juna did in her own time,
Annie’s dread mounts. Juna will come home now, to finish what she
started. If Annie is to save herself, her family, and this small
Kentucky town, she must prepare for Juna’s return, and the revelation of
what really happened all those years ago