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209 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 1, 1988
"I should have moved to a remote cottage on the Sussex downs and kept bees," [Dave] said.(No worries, Dave. No one's left Sherlock alone for over a hundred years--why should you be any different?)
She frowned, tilted her head. "What?"
He sighed. "I'll look into it."
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(...) "Andy is all mouth. He wouldn’t kill anybody. At bottom he’s a coward.”
(...)...“And thanks for saving my life.”
Barker stood on the uneven, leaf-strewn bricks, looking up at the big, old spreading oak, the sky growing light beyond it, and breathing in the fresh morning air. He didn’t turn to Dave to say it, but he said, “I wish I didn’t think you were deliberately trying to throw it away.”
“Am I?” Dave frowned to himself. “Jesus, maybe I am.