Firefly
Henry Porter
"His head went under. Seawater filled his nose and mouth; his eyes opened and he saw the black depths of the ocean below him."
"His head went under. Seawater filled his nose and mouth; his eyes opened and he saw the black depths of the ocean below him."
"Miss Harkness and I arrived at the location of the murder at around eight o’clock, by which time the sun had fully set, and it was not difficult to imagine movement in the shadows."
"A face at the end of the bed. Blonde. A girl—twenties. Looking like he felt—confused and pale, her eyes filled with panic."
"She ordered another awful coffee and, for fear of encouraging him in some way, tried not to look in the direction of the funny little man who was sitting at a corner table."
"By the time one particular week came to a close, I would be healed, our dear Nanna Ellen would be gone, and a family would be dead."
"It was not until several weeks after he had decided to murder his wife that Dr. Bickleigh took any active steps in the matter. "
"It’s a hand. A human hand, just below the surface of the water."
"The hotel lobby had dark shiny floors and anonymous décor, a single waistcoated teenager on reception."
"Jacob’s Island was a warren that the ordinary Londoner would be utterly lost in, frightened, disoriented, always afraid of the rising tide."
"Sports, women, family businesses, ski trips to the Alps, powerful relatives who ran multimillion dollar companies. Who were these guys?"
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