Quotes by Nancy Barr

“He was always quick with a joke. He loved to laugh and make other people smile, ... Coming on the heels of the accident involving our news intern Katie Marshall, this is just a devastating loss for the staff.”

“His mind was always in a gazillion places at one time.”

“He was always creating things. He painted, he sketched, he wrote beautiful poetry.”

“You can sit on them. You can hug them. Its really interactive.”

“The staff was very curious, but they thought it was really neat. I think we are going to work with them again, but were not sure about the topic or the time.”

“To us, its novel. In Illinois (where we are from), this would not sell. They dont like this style.”

“I told our Realtor not to show us any more of these. I said, I would never buy one of those. It was different and new. Now I just love it.”

The name Mary Jo Quinn was written neatly in faded blue marker on the front of the scrapbook, its gray edges frayed with age and wear, as though it had been handled often. Such a memento was a strange thing to find in a used bookstore, especially when one considered its contents. I’d discovered the handmade tome buried on the bottom shelf on the back wall of a little musty-smelling shop in the tiny resort town of Copper Harbor. This picturesque community is the gateway to Isle Royale National Park, an island in the western quarter of Lake Superior that beckoned to hikers, kayakers and canoers. Copper Harbor is the northern-most bastion of civilization in Michigan on a crooked finger of land called the Keweenaw Peninsula. Its remote, pristine shoreline provided an excellent respite from a hellacious year for my best friend from high school and me on a late September weekend.

Mitch Montgomery had been dead for nearly nine months.Those well-meaning souls who’d offered advice after my fiancé’s murder had said that, in time, I would move on with my life. Right now, all I could fathom for my future was joining him.