Murder on Cold Street
Sherry Thomas
"A Norwegian fir occupied a corner of Mrs. John Watson’s afternoon parlor, its scent green and resinous, its branches festooned with ornamental hot-air balloons and handmade horns of plenty."
"A Norwegian fir occupied a corner of Mrs. John Watson’s afternoon parlor, its scent green and resinous, its branches festooned with ornamental hot-air balloons and handmade horns of plenty."
"It was one of my most horrible childhood memories, and has remained one of my most tenacious impressions."
"Here goes nothing: It’s me, Leon."
"'The body is in the library,' Colonel Osborne said. 'Come this way.'"
"THAT ASS. It’s incredible."
"It’s after midnight when I arrive home."
"The eerie ululation of coyotes on the hunt issued from the farther end of the canyon, and a scrim of cloud diminished the moon, so that the silvered yard grew tarnished."
"Family. Shecky Keenan once thought he’d never have one."
"Two days later, the kid comes back. Since the day has brightened up after a rainy start, Cal and his desk are back out in the garden."
"He found himself in a clearing beside a thicket of chestnut trees."
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