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It's not the secret that kills. It's the one hiding it.Detective Dave Malatsi is dealing with his own problems when he gets called to a remote lodge in the Natal mountains where a twenty-five-year school reunion has gone horribly wrong. Mike Anderson's body was discovered floating the pool with twelve stab wounds. As Malatsi investigates the murder, things become more and more tense for the guests now confined to the lodge. Everyone has a motive. Sixteen guests, sixteen suspects, one body. Who would want to kill Mike Anderson? The plot runs deeper than it appears on the surface. A storm has cut off access to and from the lodge, and there's a murderer lurking among them. Everyone's lives are in danger as Malatsi battles against time and the elements to uncover a dark secret that threatens everyone trapped in the lodge.
309 pages, Paperback
Published December 5, 2020
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About the author
Adam Alexander
6 books18 followers10 Things I'd Like my Readers to Know About Me:
1. My wife proposed to me on a leap year. At karaoke. On stage.
I was an aspiring singer when I met Ann. We were both divorced, single, and decidedly miserable, so much so that I spent 2 hours a day at the gym, and was vehemently against relationships believing that love was a myth, and any form of intimacy was a precursor to more misery. Ann did too. We both reluctantly met each other on our first date with the intention of telling each other that this was a bad idea. Such a bad idea in fact that we hardly noticed the time go by and before we knew it they’d closed up the entire restaurant and there we were, still deep in conversation. We moved in together a few months later, both firmly convinced that marriage was never to be a topic of discussion. With me still delusional about becoming the next undiscovered idol, we ended up at karaoke on the 29th of Feb. Ann doesn’t sing. We’re polar opposites that way. I sing, she’s happy in the audience. I take the stage and do public speaking, she’s happy to support me from the front row. Anyway, there we are at Karaoke and Ann gets up on stage. The screen says she’s going to sing one of our favorite songs. I’m more surprised than anyone to see her on the stage. She calls me up to sing with her, and bam! Next thing she drops down one knee, and asks me to marry her. I’m even more surprised than I was before. I dropped down on one knee and said yes. Here we are 5 years later and everyone who knows us comments on how beautiful our love is. I am very wary of invitations to go to karaoke though.
2. I have 4 kids, 4 dogs and 4 cats. And a Pekingese. This coming from a guy who didn’t like dogs.
Annie and I each have 2 kids from our first marriages, so when we married, we had to find a house with 5 bedrooms. It was more of a mammoth task as neither of us had money back then. It’s true I used to hate dogs. Something to do with my dad, my childhood, and land mines bigger than me dropped by a ridgeback bigger than my dad. I can do cats. Cats don’t care if you’re home or out as long as they get fed. Cats will never come bounding up to you to say hello and leave muddy paw prints on your work clothes while you’re dashing out the house late for a meeting. Cats wouldn’t care if you weren’t even at the meeting as long as they get fed. I wasn’t a big fan of dogs. The first one we owned together was a Pekingese whose sole function in life is to grunt and pee on anything important. We eventually gave in to the persistent nagging of our teenage daughter, and the endless videos that she thrust in our faces day after day, and it was probably those videos that ate our bandwidth every month. We eventually got ourselves a black and white Boston terrier with blue eyes who, true to Boston terriers, is the wildest, maddest, most energetic adorable bundle of teeth, muscle, slobber and toxic gas on the planet. He doesn’t care what he gets fed. It all goes down the same way. And ends up converted to methane that can clear a room, obliterate human eyebrows and melt enamel paint. The cats don’t seem to care. As long as they get fed.
3. I once hosted a morning radio show and quit because women said I had a sexy voice.
I thought it was a great honour when the owner of a local radio station called me up after she interviewed me on her show, and told me I had a great face for radio. I joined the morning show team without really thinking. This meant I had to be up at 5:30am every day, get to a studio whose air conditioning was more unpredictable than a shopping trolley managed by a goat, and take control of a microphone, talking to people I’d never meet about topics I didn’t know. For no pay. I’ll confess I don’t keep up to date with the news most of the time, and I didn’t drop like a fish into water hosting a radio show that discussed current events every day. I did slip into doing mundane segments like traffic, and On This Day in History, which
1. My wife proposed to me on a leap year. At karaoke. On stage.
I was an aspiring singer when I met Ann. We were both divorced, single, and decidedly miserable, so much so that I spent 2 hours a day at the gym, and was vehemently against relationships believing that love was a myth, and any form of intimacy was a precursor to more misery. Ann did too. We both reluctantly met each other on our first date with the intention of telling each other that this was a bad idea. Such a bad idea in fact that we hardly noticed the time go by and before we knew it they’d closed up the entire restaurant and there we were, still deep in conversation. We moved in together a few months later, both firmly convinced that marriage was never to be a topic of discussion. With me still delusional about becoming the next undiscovered idol, we ended up at karaoke on the 29th of Feb. Ann doesn’t sing. We’re polar opposites that way. I sing, she’s happy in the audience. I take the stage and do public speaking, she’s happy to support me from the front row. Anyway, there we are at Karaoke and Ann gets up on stage. The screen says she’s going to sing one of our favorite songs. I’m more surprised than anyone to see her on the stage. She calls me up to sing with her, and bam! Next thing she drops down one knee, and asks me to marry her. I’m even more surprised than I was before. I dropped down on one knee and said yes. Here we are 5 years later and everyone who knows us comments on how beautiful our love is. I am very wary of invitations to go to karaoke though.
2. I have 4 kids, 4 dogs and 4 cats. And a Pekingese. This coming from a guy who didn’t like dogs.
Annie and I each have 2 kids from our first marriages, so when we married, we had to find a house with 5 bedrooms. It was more of a mammoth task as neither of us had money back then. It’s true I used to hate dogs. Something to do with my dad, my childhood, and land mines bigger than me dropped by a ridgeback bigger than my dad. I can do cats. Cats don’t care if you’re home or out as long as they get fed. Cats will never come bounding up to you to say hello and leave muddy paw prints on your work clothes while you’re dashing out the house late for a meeting. Cats wouldn’t care if you weren’t even at the meeting as long as they get fed. I wasn’t a big fan of dogs. The first one we owned together was a Pekingese whose sole function in life is to grunt and pee on anything important. We eventually gave in to the persistent nagging of our teenage daughter, and the endless videos that she thrust in our faces day after day, and it was probably those videos that ate our bandwidth every month. We eventually got ourselves a black and white Boston terrier with blue eyes who, true to Boston terriers, is the wildest, maddest, most energetic adorable bundle of teeth, muscle, slobber and toxic gas on the planet. He doesn’t care what he gets fed. It all goes down the same way. And ends up converted to methane that can clear a room, obliterate human eyebrows and melt enamel paint. The cats don’t seem to care. As long as they get fed.
3. I once hosted a morning radio show and quit because women said I had a sexy voice.
I thought it was a great honour when the owner of a local radio station called me up after she interviewed me on her show, and told me I had a great face for radio. I joined the morning show team without really thinking. This meant I had to be up at 5:30am every day, get to a studio whose air conditioning was more unpredictable than a shopping trolley managed by a goat, and take control of a microphone, talking to people I’d never meet about topics I didn’t know. For no pay. I’ll confess I don’t keep up to date with the news most of the time, and I didn’t drop like a fish into water hosting a radio show that discussed current events every day. I did slip into doing mundane segments like traffic, and On This Day in History, which
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