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Jumpers
Jumpers
Jumpers
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Jumpers

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Kristin was seventeen, popular, beautiful and with everything to live for.

Then she jumped off the Golden Gate Bridge and was never seen again.

Now her mother, Detective Sara Frost, on leave from the San Francisco Police Department and drowning in a sea of grief and alcohol, is called in to deal with a situation she doesn’t feel ready to handle.

Another girl is about to jump, and the only person she will talk to is Sara.

And the only thing she wants to talk about is a world beyond the fabric of our own: a world of strange beauty and frightening beasts.

A world that Kristin fell into when she jumped off the Bridge, and landed in a place of dreams and nightmares.

And this mysterious jumper tells Sara that she knows how to get there.

Is the jumper as mad as she sounds, or could there be even the slightest chance that what she's saying is true?

Can Sara ever hope to see her daughter again?

Is she willing to take a leap of faith?

LanguageEnglish
Release dateJun 10, 2012
ISBN9781476128559
Jumpers
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Kameko Murakami

Kameko Murakami is an author and oddball who lives, works and breathes in a somewhat-haunted Victorian in San Francisco that she shares with a dog which appears out of thin air (but only when it wants to shower in her bathroom), a sometimes roommate who is fond of breaking and entering, and far too many dusty books to even bother with counting. She is the author of numerous author's bios for Smashword's Kameko Murakami Page, most of which ended up reading like postings on an internet dating website. Kameko Murakami also likes walks along the beach, making breakfast in bed and loving the same kind of obscure bands that you do. She used to date a Serbian with a handlebar mustache. She doesn't have the Serbian anymore, but she does still have his motorcycle, so there is that. When not tirelessly working on making the world a better place through the power of naps and general laziness, she sits at her antique desk, alone with her thoughts, writing by the light of a single candle, producing stories to entertain and delight, if you're into that kind of thing.

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    Jumpers - Kameko Murakami

    JUMPERS

    Kameko Murakami

    Smashwords Edition

    Copyright © 2012 Kameko Murakami

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    So few boxes, Sara Frost thought. Why are there so few boxes?

    There were eight in total, scavenged from behind Tully’s Groceries, the twenty-four hour market where most of the cops would shop when their shifts ended. Ever since Tully had started a police discount program after a couple of off-duties had interrupted a robbery in progress, his clientele from San Francisco’s finest had more than doubled. Sara stopped by every Tuesday night, whether she was out of wine by then or not. Truthfully, since the funeral she’d been stopping by more often than once a week, sometimes twice, sometimes three visits. She wasn’t keeping count anymore.

    Eight boxes to hold the collected treasures and memories from a young girl’s life.

    Kristin had never been a pack rat, not like her mother. Sara’s room was stacked floor to ceiling with boxes and bins, things she’d meant to clean out after their move to the new house three years ago. She hadn’t gotten around to it yet, although as a single mother without any romantic entanglements that would lead to her bedroom, she didn’t feel any great pressure to begin the process. Jackson, who insisted on helping them move even though she’d fought his offer tooth and nail, had suggested that she might want to throw a few things out before she was buried beneath an avalanche of sweaters and cheap paperback books.

    We’d need a cadaver dog to sniff you out and half the precinct to dig through all the junk to find your body, he’d said. Partner’s don’t let partners die as hoarders.

    She remembered the night he’d taken a bullet meant for her, when a back alley junkie on a tweaked-out shooting spree began firing wildly through the window of a corner coffee shop. Two people died then, and Sara escaped being counted amongst them only because of Detective Jackson Poole putting himself between her and the gunman. He’d received a bullet to the shoulder, and earned a few months of physical therapy for his trouble. Much later, both of them numbed from their work on a particularly brutal investigation, she’d touched his scar. What had come next had been a mistake, and one that they’d never repeated. Partners should never end up in bed together, especially when one of them has a wife waiting for him at home.

    There were nights alone in her bed when Sara stopped lying to herself about how much she wished to remap the borders of their relationship. These thoughts had begun to flit around the center of her brain even more in recent weeks, although she was certain that all the noise in her mind was just the whirling of the black cyclone that had suddenly crashed through her world, working to suck the rest of the life out of her tired old bones.

    Of course Jackson had been the one to drive her to the funeral, and to stand beside her as they lowered the empty casket into the cold, wet ground—empty because the body had never been recovered. Kristin’s father

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