title: The House at Sea's End (Ruth Galloway Mysteries)
author:  Elly Griffiths 
description: This is the third in the quirky, compelling series starring British forensic archaeologist Ruth Galloway, the first of which, The Crossing Places (2009), won the Mary Higgins Clark Award. A group of archaeologists are surveying northeast Norfolk beaches for evidence of coastal erosion. Incidentally, the team has discovered a Paleolithic ax, a Roman bracelet, and shipwrecks. At Broughton Seas End, they discover human remains in a gap in the cliff. The remains are a big findsix skeletons in all. Galloway is called in, along with Detective Chief Inspector Nelson, her married lover and the father of her newborn (things are complicated all around). The bones point back to WWII, the Home Guard, and a long-kept, incendiary secret. Moreover, the WWII vet who lets the police in on only the existence of the secret is found murdered. Solid characterization, believable forensic science, great atmosphere, and a mystery that stretches back decades all make this another winner from the talented Griffiths. --Connie Fletcher
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  As always, with love and gratitude to my family.
  
  
  
  
  
  And a special thanks to Eli Benaron and Yehoshua Grossgold for giving me a
  wealth of information and for being such terrific tour guides.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Even though it was the job, Marge felt like a snoop. Decker had warned her
  about the feeling. True she had gone through other houses from the rafters to
  the baseboards, but in those cases, the occupants had been alive. Though Marge
  had no evidence that the Yaloms were dead, it didn’t look good. Though the
  paper still came and the mail was still being delivered, the only living
  things left in the Yalom place were houseplants.
  
  
  
  
  
  So with key in hand, courtesy of Orit Bar Lulu, Marge plundered through items,
  bit by bit, with no one standing over her shoulder, nobody protesting her
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