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.