Crooked River
Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child
"The tide was coming in, the wind had picked up, and the surf was beating against the shore with a little more energy."
"The tide was coming in, the wind had picked up, and the surf was beating against the shore with a little more energy."
"'The police think I was at Mom’s house?' I asked Andrew, stunned."
"Chef Thompson ushered her across to the couch, then took a seat directly across from her. He met her eyes."
"Nick thought he could see the hazy pink peaks of San Marco. How could he have ever considered taking the bus?"
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