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296 pages, Paperback
First published December 1, 2013
When she saw I was alone, she looked crestfallen, but she quickly recovered and said, "What are you doing here?"
"I'm looking for Nicholas Drake."
"He's not here. You should be out searching for him. I repeat, why are you here?"
"While checking the public records, we found you've not been completely forthcoming with us."
"I've not?" All her bluster fled her and she shrank back from the door."
(That's not the way you greet someone at the door - that's an interrogation! Not to mention the grammatical errors that a good editor should have picked out - it should be "you haven't" and "I haven't," not "you've not" or "I've not.")
She paced quickly around the room, finally coming to rest behind a chair where she glared at me. "Don't look at me with that judgmental scowl."
"You learned about my time in prison for theft?"
I nodded.
"Thank you for not throwing it in my face."
(People talked like this in Victorian England?!)
I was tired of playing games. I raised my voice. If Nicholas Drake was in the house and had any feelings for his wife, he'd appear. "Don't give me that. He's your husband. You know where he is."
"No."
Louder. "You've always known where he was. Even when you were in prison."
She yelled back at me. "No. That's why I came to you. To the Archivist Society. I want him returned to me alive and well."
"I don't believe you. You know where he is." I was shouting now.
(And this is how our charming heroine, Georgia, conducts her investigations.)

