Open Secrets
Sheila Kohler
"When Alice closes the door on their bedroom that night, Michel goes to his study, throws his book on his desk, gathers up his papers, and paces up and down."
"When Alice closes the door on their bedroom that night, Michel goes to his study, throws his book on his desk, gathers up his papers, and paces up and down."
"The jeweler’s is part of the maze of pedestrianized streets, so I leave the bike in the usual car park and start the short walk there."
"They’re trying to frame Gregory,” she announced baldly."
"Darkness had fallen outside. Einar and Erla were sitting at the supper table with their guest."
"It’s the sort of day that you dream of: a blue sky, a hot fist of sun and the sound of bees in clover, yet the air vibrates with unnatural tension."
"From my bedroom window, I had a view of the woods behind our house, a Catskill forest speckled with tall red black spruce, thick balsam fir, and slender mountain ash."
"My mother was a photographer, before she became a wife."
"Mom was at her real estate office and Dad was in the city being an executive producer."
"The detective in charge of the investigation had turned over every last detail to me, so the town coming into view through the bus windshield didn’t seem all that unfamiliar."
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