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234 pages, Paperback
First published May 24, 2017
“Those are pretty,” he said.
Gillian felt a little smile twitch her lips. It felt smug. She heard herself say, “Funeral flowers so rarely include Freesia. It’s a nice touch, don’t you think?”
Bruce’s shoulders went up, and he rolled his neck.
The policeman observed her for a long beat, his gaze calculating. She met his eyes with something approaching serenity, though she knew this was a trick her mind was playing on her. A dark shape had taken over, and she was happy to release responsibility to it; it would take care of things now. SOON. She sat ignoring her tea, daring the cop to read her mind if he could. There was nothing he could do to stop her. Not a damn thing. That smug twitch of a smile made an appearance again, and she reached her fingertips up to touch it, amazed at it.