Shadow Dancer by Addison Kline
Some secrets should just stay buried. On the day Tristan Morrow is born her mother goes missing, prompting an investigation that produces no solid leads. Fast forward 15 years, and the Morrow family still doesn’t know the truth behind Catherine Morrow’s disappearance. When 15 year old Tristan is required to write a biography on her mother for a school assignment, she learns the truth about her mother’s fate, and is hell-bent upon finding out who was responsible for her death. But when Tristan herself goes missing too, everyone is suspect, even her own father. Set in rural Fox Hollow, PA, Shadow Dancer unravels a web of lies, deceit, madness and corruption. Can investigators crack the case before Tristan meets the same fate as her mother? And who is responsible for the disappearances? There is much uncertainty as the investigation unfolds, but there is one thing that is certain: Tristan Morrow holds the master key to the entire riddle.
Loved Loved Loved this book. I will say that at the beginning I wasn’t sure if I was going to enjoy this one that said it would have been a first for one of Addison books. I felt that it just didn’t grab me like I’m use to from her writing. It seems a little slow in getting to the heart of the story for me. Once you get into this book it will not let you go. Wow I could not believe how much I wanted to lock myself in a room where no one could get to bother me.
The love of this family and the drive is what you want to see in every family. They come together and fight together as a whole. Jack just wanting to keep his kids from any hurt, but yet trying to move on with life. Tristan very strong and will not back down. I could go and on. You’re going to fall in love with so many of them in this book and then when Addison wants you to dislike someone you’re really going to dislike them, I would even say hate them.
There are so many emotions to deal with. This is not your fall in love and everything comes together. No this is Addison pull your heart out and pieces it back together the way she wants you to see it kind of book!
Character Interview
JJ- Hey guys! This is JJ Penn from Elkhart Radio 104.9, and I’m back up at the Morrow Manor. This time I’m on the porch of the Morrow house hoping to get a word with the lady of the house, Bridgette Morrow-Kilpatrick. After last week’s travesty with Frank and Jack, my now destroyed shoe laces, and their lovely farm animals, I’m ready to get back on track! Hopefully the pig isn’t a house pet. Okay! Let’s see if Bridgette’s home to answer some of our big questions!
JJ grabs the handle of the bronze door knocker that has the face of a horse on it, and bangs thrice on the door. He waited a moment, waiting for someone to answer, and when no one answered the door, he knocked louder. Suddenly the old oak door swung open and Angus Morrow stood glaring at JJ Penn.
Angus- What ever it is you’re selling, I already have two!
JJ, looking surprised at Angus’ disgruntled appearance, appealed to the retired physician.
JJ- Oh, Dr. Morrow! I’m not selling anything at all. I’m here to see…
Angus- Oh great, you want a donation, don’t you? I already gave to the FOP, the AOH, the DAR, and the March of Dimes…
JJ- No! Actually, I’m here to see Mrs. Kilpatrick…
Angus- Oh, so you don’t want any of my money, then… Great! Come on in!
JJ smiled as Angus welcomed him into the foyer as if he was his long lost best friend.
Angus- Bridgette is in the kitchen… Enter at your own risk…
Angus strolled back into the den, moccassins flopping against the floor. He found his recliner and flopped lazily into it, closing his eyes and forgetting all about JJ, who stood nervous outside the kitchen door.
Enter at your own risk?
JJ was unsure whether he wanted to open the door or not, after all the misadventure he had encountered last week. After a moment, he decided, How bad can it be?, as he swung open the kitchen door.
Steam rose from boiling pots on the stove, a strange smell permeated the air in the kitchen, and JJ watched as Bridgette attempted to cook a successful dinner for her family. Her red curls cascaded around her, as the heat in the kitchen made it frizz and grow to comedic levels.
JJ- Whatcha cooking there, Bridgette?
Bridgette- Who the hell are you?
JJ- I’m JJ Penn from Elkhart Radio-
Bridgette- Are you the fellow that the guys scared away last week?
JJ, looking embarassed, flushed a little as he stared at his feet.
JJ- That would be me…
Bridgette- Well, I’m in the middle of cooking dinner… I’m making spaghetti and meatballs tonight.
JJ- Oh, uh, it smells… interesting…
Bridgette- Well, you interrupted me… I’m in the middle of something.
JJ- I could wait til you’re done.
Bridgette- No, you’re here now, might as well get this over with. Now what do you want?
Bridgette lifted a lid off of a pot of spaghetti sauce. She stirred it quickly, eyeing the black burn spots on the sauce with dismay. Arms moving quickly as her mood became frantic, she opened the oven as smoke poured out into the kitchen.
JJ- Well, I have a couple of questions to ask you, but I must ask that we stay on topic… Your husband and brother sabotaged my entire broadcast last week. So… Bridgette, are you listening to me
Bridgette: Blech!
The smoke had gotten into Bridgette’s face. She waved her arms around wildly, trying to cut through the smoke, but she was unsuccessful. Suddenly, the smoke detector that hung over the stove began to wail angrily.
Bridgette: Look what you made me do! Oh my God, another dinner ruined!
Bridgette ran from the kitchen to the dining room and brought back an ornate dining room chair, which she placed directly under the smoke detector. Taking in JJ, who was just standing on the wall looking at her, Bridgette gave him an evil look.
Bridgette: Well don’t just stand there! Stir that pot!
JJ jumped at Bridgette’s sudden outburst, but quickly grabbed a pot holder from the counter, and stirred the wooden spoon that lay in the pot of burning spaghetti sauce. Bridgette climbed onto the dining room chair, her tennis shoes leaving marks on the seat. She reached up to try to turn off the wailing alarm, but she wasn’t tall enough, so she got up on her tippy toes. JJ, who had stopped stirring the pot, and coughing from smoke inhalation.
Bridgette: JJ Penn, you stir that pot right now!
Finally the blaring of the smoke detector ceased and Bridgette climbed down from the chair. With a pot holder, she swiftly pulled out a pan of completely charred garlic bread from the oven, which she proceeded to throw in the trash, pan and all. The lid of the trash can slammed shut as Bridgette whipped back to the stove. She picked up the pot that once had boiling water, but now only had a big clump of spaghetti. She turned the pot upside down, allowing the pasta the drop like a lump of lead into the trash. Last, but not least, she took the small pot of sauce dumped it in the sink.
JJ: Now what are you going to do?
Bridgette looked at JJ as if she was about to commit murder. Eyes wild and wide, hair standing nearly on end, Bridgette approached JJ as anger seeped out of every pore.
Bridgette: Oh, JJ…. It’s not what I am going to do. It’s what YOU are going to do!
JJ backed up nervously, a look of fear on his face. Bridgette reached into the cutlery drawer, frantically scattering the contents of the drawer, as she made a loud clanking. JJ was white as a ghost, fearful of what she would pull out of the cutlery drawer.
Bridgette: Ah! There is it!
JJ: Don’t hurt me, please! I’m young, I have so much living to do!
Bridgette rolled her eyes at JJ as she showed him what she had pulled out of the drawer.
Bridgette: Order the pizza! You weren’t hugged enough as a child, were you?! Five pizzas. Go pick them up. Here’s some money…
Bridgette handed JJ the menu and the money as a relieved look washed over his face.
JJ: Your family is going to be the death of me.
Next time on Elkhart Radio 104.9, JJ will try to reach out to the younger generation of Morrows who give him a real run for his money. Stay tuned!
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