Unhallowed Ground

Unhallowed Ground

by Heather Graham

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When Sarah McKinley is finally able to buy and restore the historic Florida mansion that she has always loved, she dismisses the horror stories of past residents vanishing and a long-dead housekeeper who practiced black magic. Then, in the midst of renovations, she makes a grim discovery. Hidden within the walls of Sarah's dream house are the remains of dozens of bodies—some dating back over a century.

The door to the past is blown wide open when Caleb Anderson, a private investigator, shows up at the mansion. He believes several current missing-persons cases are linked to the house and its dark past. Working together to find the connection and stop a contemporary killer, Sarah and Caleb are compelled to research the history of the haunted house, growing closer to each other even as the solution to the murders eludes them.

But there is one who knows the truth…a spirit who follows every move they make. Soon Caleb begins to fear that if he can't stay a step ahead, he could lose Sarah to a killer with an ability to transcend time in a quest for blood and sacrifice.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781488052101
Publisher: MIRA Books
Publication date: 02/11/2019
Series: Harrison Investigation Series , #6
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 400
Sales rank: 4,019
File size: 533 KB

About the Author

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Heather Graham has written more than a hundred novels. She's a winner of the RWA's Lifetime Achievement Award, and the Thriller Writers' Silver Bullet. She is an active member of International Thriller Writers and Mystery Writers of America. For more information, check out her websites: TheOriginalHeatherGraham.com, eHeatherGraham.com, and HeatherGraham.tv. You can also find Heather on Facebook.

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The area near the nature preserve was overgrown. Salt flats and marsh met Matanzas Bay and the Intra-coastal, and the water went from shallow to deep, from sloping sand to a sudden drop-off leading to a misty and strange world of fish, tangled plant growth and, despite the best efforts of local and federal lawmakers, de facto garbage dumps.

Caleb Anderson had been drawn to a shopping cart down at about twenty feet, then on to a tire rim beneath a tangle of seaweed at thirty-five, but neither one turned out to be hiding what they were looking for.

The problem was, the authorities were searching blindly. A girl named Winona Hart had disappeared. She had been at a party, but none of her underage drunken friends—half of them potheads to boot— seemed to know when she had left, where she had gone, or with whom.

He looked at his compass, then up through the filter of light to the cable from the police cruiser serving as their dive boat. In his mind, if anything was going to be found, it was going to be closer to the shore. Unless, of course, she'd been kidnapped by a boater and dumped somewhere beyond the bay and out in the Atlantic. If that was the case, their chances of finding her were almost nonexistent. The ocean was huge. True, if caught in a current or an undertow, a body might wash up on land. And if they came up with a suspect who regularly followed a certain route, even a weighted body might somehow be discovered.

But at the moment they were searching blindly. Still, he hadn't wanted to miss the opportunity to be in on the search, not when he had promised he would do everything humanly possible to find Jennie Lawson. Admittedly, this grim attempt was not to find Jennie but a local teen who had now been missing for nearly forty-eight hours, a case that might or might not be connected to Jennie's. No one knew if Jennie Lawson had actually made it to the beach in St. Augustine, her intended destination. They only knew that she had landed in Jacksonville, gotten off the plane and picked up a rental car. Neither she nor the car had been seen since.

He didn't have much hope of finding Jennie alive. Her mother had told him that she knew Jennie was gone, because her daughter had come to her in a dream the night before her disappearance was reported and said goodbye. Caleb wasn't sure what to believe, because Mr. Lawson seemed to think that Mrs. Lawson had lost her mind when their daughter had disappeared, and he had, in fact, made a motion behind his wife's back to indicate as much.

Caleb had heard of stranger things than ghostly midnight visits, however, so he had simply smiled and vowed to Jennie's mother that he would do everything he could to find out the truth, even if he couldn't return her daughter to her. That had comforted her. Closure was something people needed. Perhaps it was too painful to live with eternal hope.

So Caleb was also looking for Jennie, or any sign of her, even if he was officially on the trail of another young woman for whom many were still holding out hope. But this dive was important for other reasons, too; it was giving him a chance to get to know the local authorities and the local expert on the surrounding waters.

As he moved toward the marshy shore, he couldn't see more than a few feet in front of him, but he was accustomed to such conditions. His dive light illuminated the surrounding area as he searched, and he was methodical in covering his assigned section of the bay. He had seen the grid, and he meant to search his assigned area thoroughly, leaving no possibility that anything had been overlooked. As an out-of-stater, he was the odd man out here. If he did anything to make the other men—and the one woman—on the local forensic dive team resent his presence, he would end up ostracized, and that would be a real problem in his search for Jennie. For that reason, getting along with the police lieutenant in charge of the case, Tim Jamison, and Will Perkins, the dive master, was crucial. Caleb was there mainly as a courtesy. He worked for a private agency, Harrison Investigations. The cases they took generally had an unusual twist, something inexplicable, even supernatural, that required their very specific professional services, but in this instance it was Adam Harrison's personal friendship with Jennie Lawson's father that had brought Caleb here.

He noted a glitter of light, just this side of the dropoff. He focused his dive light, and headed toward the glint, knowing full well that it might be just another shopping basket.

But as he neared the object in the water, he knew that this was no shopping cart.

It was far too large, for one thing. The full size of it became clear as he drew closer. It was an automobile.

All too often, people intentionally discarded cars in the water. Sometimes they were just junkers and nothing more.

Sometimes they held human remains.

And as he approached the Chevy mired in the mucky, seaweed-laden sand, he saw that this car was not empty. A solid kick with his flippers brought him to the driver-side window.

A face stared out at him, the mouth widened in a giant O, as if in a desperate quest for breath.

The eyes…

Did not exist. Already, the creatures of the deep had started to feed.

"Maybe Osceola was a hero, but they still tricked him and caught him and cut his head off. They chopped it right off!" a young boy said. He was about ten, cute and normal-looking in a T-shirt that had clearly just been purchased at the local alligator farm, jeans and sneakers. But he spoke with a relish that unsettled Sarah McKinley. Caroline Roth, seated at the computer and running the audiovisual end of the Heritage House presentation, let out a soft laugh, stared at Sarah, then grinned wickedly and shrugged.

"No," Sarah said firmly, and smoothed down the skirt of her period outfit. She was a good storyteller and knew how to handle a large—and diverse—group like the one in the lecture hall that day, which was a mix of kids and adults, tourists and locals, couples, groups and singles. They were into the tail end of summer, so she was getting classes from schools that started early and teachers from schools that started late. There was a Harley event down in Daytona that week, so she was getting a lot of bikers, too.

One man in the crowd, though, seemed to stand out. He was tall, but not inordinately so, maybe six-three. He was dressed as casually as the next tourist in blue jeans and a polo shirt, but he didn't look like the usual tourist. He wore sunglasses throughout her lecture—not an odd thing, lots of people didn't take them off when they came in. He was built as if he were in the service and worked out heavily on a daily basis, or as if he were an athlete. He was tanned and rugged, the way a man who spent his day sailing might be, tawny-haired and attractive. What was odd about him, though, was that he was alone. He seemed the type who should be with a beautiful woman, one who was as lithe and athletic as he was himself.

"Decapitated!" another kid called out.

Sarah's attention was drawn back to her lecture. She had been talking about Osceola, the most famous leader of the Seminole people, who had galvanized friend and foe alike when he had struck a knife into a treaty that would have been a death knell for his people. Like so many others, he had been imprisoned at the Castillo de San Marcos, the coquina shell bastion built by the Spanish that was the most imposing architectural feature of the city.

Leave it to a kid to dwell on the most gruesome fact he could think of—not to mention that he had it wrong.

"History records lots of terrible things that were done, but that wasn't one of them," she said.

"Hey, I heard he was decapitated, too," a grown man interrupted.

Sarah took a deep breath. She couldn't really blame the guy—who had a sunburn identifying him as out-of-state—when even Florida schoolchildren often had the story wrong. "Osceola was a great leader, and respected even by his enemies. The treachery that led to his capture was deplorable, and despite the Indian wars raging across the country at the time, people despised General Jesup for the way he treated Osceola, who came in peace, with his safety guaranteed, and was taken anyway. But he wasn't decapitated by the U.S. Army. He was held for a while at Fort Marion, originally known as the Castillo de San Marcos, but he died of malaria up at Fort Moultrie, in South Carolina. He was attended by a shaman from his own clan, and an American doctor, a man named Frederick Wheedon, who did have his head removed and embalmed, but only after he was already dead. And," she said, unable to resist, "legend has it that Dr. Wheedon used the head to punish his children. If they behaved badly, he would leave the head on their bedposts at night. In fact, he bequeathed the head to his son-in-law—just in case his grandchildren misbehaved. His son-in-law passed it on to a man named Valentine Mott, another doctor, who kept it in a pathology museum, but the museum burned down, and the head was lost."

She had gained the silent stares of everyone in the room, of every age, and she offered them a broad smile. "You can learn a lot about Osceola and Florida's Native Americans over at Fort Marion, and we have wonderful books on Osceola and the history of the area in our bookstore. Remember, St. Augustine is over four hundred years old." She grinned at the boy who had first brought up the subject of decapitation. "All kinds of gruesome things have happened here."

She announced that her speech was over and was given a nice round of applause, and a number of people thanked her as they walked out of the lecture hall. A few lingered to examine the artifacts in the cases that lined the walls, but she noticed that the tall stranger who had drawn her attention wasn't among them.

Caroline, rising and stretching, started laughing as soon as the last of the four o'clock lecture group walked out of the room. "A few of those kids are going to wake up in the night imagining a head on their bedpost."

"Yeah?" Sarah asked. "I don't think that many kids have bedposts anymore."

"I'm sure lots of them are staying at local B and Bs.

And lots of those beds have bedposts," Caroline reminded her.

"Well, what's a story without something scary?" Sarah asked, sinking into one of the front row seats. "And I didn't make anything up." She looked at Caroline and sighed. "Now you're going to give me a speech on being nice to tourists and downplaying our more gruesome history, right?"

Caroline shook her head. "No, not today, I'm not." She frowned suddenly, distracted. "Do you think we know him from somewhere?"

"Him who?" Sarah asked.

Caroline looked at her and laughed again. "Him who was studly and cool. Oh, come on. You couldn't possibly have missed him."

"Yeah, I saw him," Sarah said. Caroline could only be talking about the man she had noted earlier in the crowd. "But what about him?"

"I felt like I knew him, or should know him, from somewhere."

"He was good-looking—"

Caroline stared at her hard.

"Okay, I admit he looked a little bit familiar, but maybe he's just so gorgeous he reminds me of a movie star or something."

Caroline shrugged. "I don't know, I just had a feeling about him…. It's like he looks like someone we once knew, only… different. I wonder if he signed in? I'll go look. And as for you scaring tourists, have some patience with the kids, huh? It's no wonder they're sounding a little gruesome. Have you seen this?"

She picked up the local newspaper, which had been lying next to her computer.

"Seen what?" Sarah asked. "I didn't read the paper today—I left right after I woke up and came here." She winced. "It's all that hammering, you know?"

"Oh, how's that going?" Caroline asked.


Which was the understatement of the year, Sarah thought. She loved the historic property she had bought after her recent return to town, but it was badly in need of not just refurbishing but reinforcement, as well. The previous owner, Mrs. Douglas, had tried to salvage it before the days of community awareness, when it might have been torn down but she hadn't had the funds to do all the necessary work. When Mrs. Douglas turned eighty, she had decided she was never going to get to it, so she decided to sell and offered the house to Sarah first, because Mrs. Douglas had been friends with Sarah's maternal grandmother. Given the house's history, the price had been amazing, another special deal because she had been so close with Sarah's grandmother, and also because Sarah's grandmother's grandmother had been born a Grant, and the property was known as the Grant House. As far as Sarah knew, her mother's side of the family had actually come from Savannah, but since the name—whether the connection was real or imaginary—had helped her to acquire the property, she was willing to go with it.

"I've wanted to live in that house for as long as I can remember," Sarah said.

"I remember, and I always thought you were crazy.

Old Mrs. Douglas never did anything with it, and we've been watching it crumble all these years," Caroline said. "Remember when Pete Albright went in that Halloween? How we made up the most horrifying stories and then dared him to go in? Some head of the football team! He came out white as a ghost, saying he'd quit being quarterback before he'd sleep in the place all night. He said he heard ghosts in the walls and could feel them trying to touch him. He was absolutely terrified."

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Unhallowed Ground takes place in St. Augustine where I live. Everyone here knows the whole town is haunted. As the story unfolded, I found myself more & more drawn into it. The twist at the end was a surprise. Great for romance and sci-fi fans.
BookAddictLinda More than 1 year ago
(Originally posted http://book-addicts.com/blog/2010/08/review-unhallowed-ground-by-heather-graham/) This was one of those books that was extremely difficult for me to put down. It's a story that had so many twists and turns and an ending that left me feeling like I got hit with a two by four. I thought I had the mystery figured out and then WHAM! I got hit upside the head with a surprising twist that had me refusing to put the book down until the story wrapped up into its wonderful conclusion. There are two main characters in this book: Caleb Anderson, a private investigator with an interesting ability who was sent to St. Augustine, Florida under assignment to search for a girl who mysteriously disappeared. This leads Caleb to Sarah McKinley's neck of the woods. Sarah is a historian with a cute occupation as a tour guide dressed in period clothing and giving tours to visitors about the gruesome past of St. Augustine Florida before, during and after the Civil War. At the beginning of the story, Sarah is on cloud nine after finally purchasing the house of her dreams: a historic mansion with a past just as gruesome, if not more so than other landmarks the township claims to have. In the middle of renovating the mansion, a large cache of bones is found inside one of the walls. Around this time, Caleb is unable to resist the pull he feels towards both Sarah and her house even as he investigates what could potentially be a serial killer case. The whirlwind of events that follow has Sarah and Caleb on a wild goose chase that merges the events of the distant past with those of the present. There were many times where I clutched the book in genuine fear of the characters' lives. The characters could have used a little more depth and the story did seem to lag, but over-all this is a great beach-read book. There's a very sweet romance that unfolds between Caleb and Sarah, though I felt Sarah's character was glossed over. Her reactions to the spirit were a bit over-done and sometimes she acted just an insy bit naïve - especially when she was fully aware she was a single female with the threat of a serial killer out on the loose. I rate this four out of five stars for Unhallowed Ground as I thought it was a genuinely good read.
JeninBrazil More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed the book pretty much up until the end. It was too unbelievable. could never happen and did not really follow the story. the ending came out of no where. And the title really had nothing to do with the story at all except for two pages. I am disappointed in this book and her Bone Island Trilogy. it was like she either had a ghost writer, no pun intended, or she needed to fulfill a contract total. I have read everything Heather Graham has written, but these last few leave something to be desired.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It was nice not to have a book about vampires. Nice ending straight to the point not over written.
harstan More than 1 year ago
In St. Augustine, Florida, Sarah McKinley is excited when she purchases the dilapidated historic mansion that has a history of residents disappearing due to the black magic witch. She plans to renovate and convert the abode into a B and B. Construction begins, but the work crew finds the old bones of perhaps a dozen victims some apparently from the War of Northern Aggression concealed inside the walls. At the same time, private investigator Caleb Anderson is working a missing-persons case, Winona Hart who vanished from a party filled with stoned underage youths. He finds some fascinating clues and begins to consider if Sarah's house is tied to his search and begins to look into the history of the house. Caleb's efforts lead him to Sarah, who is in the crosshairs of a killer. UNHALLOWED GROUND is an enjoyable paranormal romance starring a courageous lead couple and a killer who may or may not be a ghost. The story line is anchored by the historical references that are interwoven into the search for the missing people; as Caleb feels others besides Winona are somehow tied to the house. Although a key coincidence occurs late, fans will enjoy the romantic and investigative teaming of Sarah with Caleb as they try to learn the secrets of haunted Heritage House. Harriet Klausner
Anonymous 3 months ago
This was great story with scary things happening throughout the book!
Anonymous 6 months ago
pure entertainment with some history and romance. Oh, and a ghost or two.
Anonymous 8 months ago
Nook book is formatted in unusual font making it very difficult to read. I gave up quickly. Disappointed!
Anonymous 9 months ago
Always exciting!
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tuffsme on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Very well written and wildly captivating. The plot was so complex that it had me guessing who the culprit was up until the perpetrator was revealed. Even though the construction of her stories are similar, I find all of Heather Graham's novels to be thrilling to the end.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Wonderful read!
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Excellent ? Heather pulls people into story.
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Graham not only makes her charaters come to life but pulls you along for the ride and keeps you hooked.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Heather Graham never disappoints! This book is great. St. Augustine sounds like a city I have visit. Anyway, she again surprises with a really good twist at the end.
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HEATHER GRAHAM Has done it again, an awesome story She makes the book , seem so real! I feel like i'm in the story!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A good story but I've read better-----not a sit on the edge of your seat story
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