title: Two Parts Bloody Murder (Abbott and Lowell Forensic Mysteries)
author:  Jen J. Danna 
description: Prohibition was a time of clandestine excess--short skirts, drinking, dancing . . . and death. But a murder committed so many years ago still has the power to reverberate decades later with deadly consequences.<br><br> It's a double surprise for Trooper Leigh Abbott as she investigates a cold case and discovers two murder victims in a historic nineteenth-century building. Together with forensic anthropologist Matt Lowell and medical examiner Dr. Edward Rowe, she uncovers the secrets of a long-forgotten, Prohibition-era speakeasy in the same building. But when the two victims are discovered to be relatives--their deaths separated by over eighty years--the case deepens, and suddenly the speakeasy is revealed as ground zero for a cascade of crimes through the decades. When a murder committed nearly forty years ago comes under fresh scrutiny, the team realizes that an innocent man was wrongly imprisoned and the real murderer is still at large. Now they must solve three murders spanning over eighty years if they hope to set a wronged man free.
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  ![Serial](images/cover.png)
  
  
  
  
  
  Dedication
  
  
  To the loves of my life, Tiffanie and Lorelei; everything I do is for y'all.
  Thanks to the Writers of the Storm, and to Don D'Auria and Samhain for
  indulging me.
  
  
  Chapter One
  
  
  "There's been a double homicide."
  
  
  Isaac Grant groaned as the words sank in. "Double?" He wiped the sleep from
  his eyes and sat up in bed, gripping the phone tight.
  
  
  "Yeah. The shit's already all over the news too. I need you on scene." Captain
  Garcia spouted off the address of the first location and hung up.
  
  
  Isaac snapped his cell phone shut and dropped back onto the mattress. He'd
  expected a call, but that wasn't it. _A double murder._ Isaac growled and
  rolled from the bed, the cold tile of the floor chilling his feet. He'd gone
  to sleep happy, excited for morning to roll around, but the captain's news had
  soured his contentment. Now he'd have to spend his day mucking through the
  blood and guts left behind by some random killer who had nothing better to do
  