Found 300 results for "Kay Scarpetta (Fictitious character)"
by Patricia Cornwell
ON THE LAST MORNING OF VIRGINIA'S BLOODIEST YEAR since the Civil War, I built a fire and sat facing a window of darkness...
by Patricia Cornwell
RETURNING THE KEY WEST LETTERS TO THEIR MANILA folder, I got out a packet of surgical gloves, tucked it inside my black ...
by Patricia Cornwell
YELLOW BULLDOZERS hack earth and stone in an old city block that has seen more death than most modern wars, and Kay Scar...
by Patricia Cornwell
The Monday I carried Ronnie Joe Waddell's meditation in my pocketbook, I never saw the sun.
by Patricia Cornwell
Saturday, the last day of August, I started work before dawn.
by Patricia Cornwell
Saturday, the last day of August, I started work before dawn.
by Patricia Cornwell
NIGHT FELL CLEAN and cold in Dublin, and wind moaned beyond my room as if a million pipes played the air.
by Patricia Cornwell
DR. KAY SCARPETTA moves the tiny glass vial close to candlelight, illuminating a maggot drifting in a poisonous bath of ...
by Patricia Cornwell
ON THE SIXTEENTH OF OCTOBER, SHADOWY deer crept to the edge of dark woods beyond my window as the sun peeked over the co...