{"id":252201,"date":"2026-07-13T01:50:14","date_gmt":"2026-07-12T22:50:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/at-the-edge-nora-mcclintock\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T01:50:14","modified_gmt":"2026-07-12T22:50:14","slug":"at-the-edge-nora-mcclintock","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/at-the-edge-nora-mcclintock\/","title":{"rendered":"At The Edge – Nora MCclintock"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Why had I decided to go looking for James instead? If Morgan was right about those flowers, then I had a pretty good idea where James had gone\u2014the cemetery, the one he had a map for. A map that, for some reason, he hadn\u2019t wanted his father to see. Maybe James was acting the way he was because of whoever was buried in Plot XI, Lot 333.<\/p>\n

Maybe it had something to do with what his dad had said to him yesterday. Maybe he needed someone to talk to. Maybe I could help. It took me two buses and forty-five minutes to get to the cemetery\u2014which turned out to be even larger than I had expected. Just inside the cemetery gates, on a large display board, was a full-color version of the map that I had seen in James\u2019s car. Plot XI was on the far side of the cemetery, down a path in what turned out to be a lovely green valley.<\/p>\n

Lot 333 was tucked away against a hedge. I recognized it instantly by the fresh calla lilies and white roses that had been set into a metal vase in front of the headstone. I looked around. No sign of James. I approached the stone and read the name on it: Gregory Paul Johnson. Greg\u2014like the tattoo on James\u2019s arm. I looked at the dates on the tombstone. Gregory Johnson had been nine years old when he died\u2014exactly five years ago.<\/p>\n

I thought about the photos I had seen in Mr. Derrick\u2019s room. That boy looked about nine. Were they pictures of Gregory Johnson? Who was he? What role had James played in his death? And why did that name sound vaguely familiar? . . . \u201cHave you guys seen James today?\u201d I asked Morgan and Billy when I caught up with them the next day at lunch. \u201cHe wasn\u2019t in homeroom this morning.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI haven\u2019t seen him,\u201d Billy said. \u201cMaybe he\u2019s sick,\u201d Morgan said. \u201cMaybe.\u201d But I was pretty sure he wasn\u2019t. He had been at the cemetery yesterday, delivering flowers on the fifth anniversary of the death of a nine- year-old boy\u2014a boy whose death James might have been involved in. \u201cI think I\u2019ll go by his place after school and see how he is.\u201d \u201cGood idea,\u201d Morgan said, winking at me. \u201cGet over there before you- know-who gets her claws into him.\u201d I thought about telling her that wasn\u2019t the reason I wanted to check up on him.<\/p>\n

I also thought\u2014not for the first time\u2014about telling her what I had seen and overheard at James\u2019s house. Usually I let Morgan in on everything. But something stopped me. James was so shy, so vulnerable, and so obviously unhappy.<\/p>\n

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Main body text set in Janson Text Lt Std 11.5\/15. Typeface provided by Linotype AG. Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data McClintock, Norah. At the edge \/ Norah McClintock. \u2014 1st U.S. ed. p. cm. \u2014 (Robyn Hunter mysteries ; #9) ISBN: 978\u20130\u20137613\u20138319\u20132 (lib. bdg. : alk. paper) [1. Mystery and detective stories.] I. Title.<\/p>\n

PZ7.M478414184So 2013 [Fic]\u2014dc2 2012017533 Manufactured in the United States of America 1 \u2013 BP \u2013 12\/31\/12 eISBN: 978-1-4677-0965-1 (pdf) eISBN: 978-1-4677-3052-5 (ePub) eISBN: 978-1-4677-3051-8 (mobi) 1kitap1.com\/en T he way I had imagined it, the first few weeks in September would be pure heaven, total bliss, life as it should be\u2014well, apart from having to go back to school. The source of all this potential happiness? I would be staying with my father while the renovations to my mother\u2019s house, which had started during the summer, were finally completed.<\/p>\n

But, much as I love my dad, it wasn\u2019t the prospect of his company that filled me with joy. I was looking forward to a few weeks at my dad\u2019s place because that meant that I would be able to see Nick every day. Nick lives in an apartment on the second floor of my dad\u2019s building. My dad is his landlord. But, as is so often the case where Nick is involved, things did not go according to plan.<\/p>\n

The morning of my first day with my father\u2014also the first day of the school year\u2014found me bending over in the park across the street from my dad\u2019s building, hand thrust deep into a plastic bag so that I could pick up after Nick\u2019s enormous black dog, Orion. The city\u2019s poop-and-scoop law is one of the two reasons I have never wanted a dog. The other reason: a serious case of dog phobia brought on by a nasty bite when I was in elementary school.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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