Not even Navajo witches can stop Ella Clah in Aimee and David Thurlo's Bad Medicine, the third book in this beloved series When the daughter of Senator Yellowhair is killed in a suspicious car accident, the Senator accuses Ella and the tribe's medical examiner, Dr. Carolyn Roanhorse, of falsifying the autopsy results. An outbreak of meningitis leads to more trouble when many of those who are vaccinated against the illness begin dying from a different, unidentified disease. Riots between Indian and white workers at the Navajo-owned mine stretch the resources of the tribal police even thinner. Convinced that solving one mystery means solving them all, Ella plunges into her investigations despite threats from all sides and her suspicions that Navajo witches are somehow involved. Ella Clah has sworn to protect her people from all menaces--spiritual or physical--and she's not going to back off now. “Fans of Tony Hillerman will enjoy this thriller. Like Hillerman, the Thurlos offer insight into the Navajo culture and the conflict between the traditional and modern ways of life. An intelligent and entertaining murder mystery.” ― The Baton Rouge Advocate on Bad Medicine “This novel has it all: murder, sex, drugs and racial tension on the Rez.” ― The New Mexican on Bad Medicine “Fans of Tony Hillerman's Navajo novels will find themselves in familiar territory if they read . . . this well-written mystery.” ― The St. Louis Post-Dispatch on Bad Medicine “An exciting novel featuring one of the most interesting, multi-dimensional female detectives one could hope to meet. It is the internal struggle between the modern and the traditional, Anglo and Native American ways, which makes this novel more than just another mystery. Not only a good read, but a thought-provoking book as well.” ― Page Break, newsletter of Page One on Bad Medicine Aimée Thurlo is co-author of the Ella Clah series, the Lee Nez series of Navajo vampire mysteries, and the Sister Agatha novels. Her other works, co-written with her husband, David , include Plant Them Deep , a novel featuring Rose Destea, the mother of Ella Clah, and The Spirit Line , a young adult novel. Aimée, a native of Cuba, lived in the US for many years. She died in 2014. David Thurlo , is co-author of the Ella Clah series, the Lee Nez series of Navajo vampire mysteries, and the Sister Agatha novels. His other works, co-written with his wife Aimée, include Plant Them Deep , a novel featuring Rose Destea, the mother of Ella Clah, and The Spirit Line , a young adult novel. David was raised on the Navajo Reservation and taught school there until his recent retirement. He lives in Corrales, New Mexico, and often makes appearances at area bookstores. CHAPTER ONE Special Investigator Ella Clah glanced at the dark clouds that loomed over Beautiful Mountain as she drove down the highway. The sacred peak rose toward that brooding sky as if imploring rain from Water Sprinkler, the rain bringer of the gods. The old ones of her tribe said that the mountains were living beings and, in a way, she agreed with them. The four sacred mountains that bordered their land inspired a sense of history and permanency that was hard to explain, and impossible to deny. They were a part of her and The Dineh. The smell of dry air and dust filled her nostrils. It was a parched, skin-drying sensation that spoke volumes to anyone who'd been raised on the reservation. Unless the summer rains came early this year, sheep would be hard pressed to find forage, and crops would wither out in the fields. Thunder echoed in the distance, resonating off the metal skin of her Jeep like the roll of a kettle drum. Despite the light show on the horizon, if today turned out like yesterday and the day before, there wouldn't be any rain. The clouds would dissipate over the mountains, and the sun would break through just before dusk to warm the evening. Ella shifted in her seat, tugging at the seat belt and wondering why she couldn't shake that vague sense of uneasiness that was nagging at her. It was more than the possible 10-27, the homicide, she was on her way to investigate. Trouble was brewing on the reservation, as evidenced by an increasing level of bad news and violence creeping across the area. It wasn't just due to the sudden burst of warm weather after a long, dry winter either. It was much more than that. She could feel it as clearly as the blast of dry air blowing across her face through the gap in the window. Some said that she had supernatural powers, a legacy handed down through her family. But that was only because they didn't understand how a cop developed special instincts, or how well-honed her training had made her subconscious observations. At times, such things could spell the difference between life and death but, at the moment, they tugged at her mental shirttail like a child trying to get a mother's attention. Hearing the wind howling through the window, she gripped the wheel with o