Tuesday, May 20, 2014

"I laid my hand upon her heart. It was pulseless as a stone."

Hi. As usual, weekends are the most busy for me.

But I'm back and reading. And....

Ohmygod! Ohmygod! Ohmygod!


The one witness, the girl who has been missing for weeks, just as they find her, is now dead. And she burned all the papers that would be useful! Everything has hinged on this girl and now....

At least Gryce is back from his rheumatism. I can't come up with any more amusing ways to tell you how stupid I find this narrator.

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