Agatha Christie Novel Novels & Stories

"I would have known you're a golddigger." "Don't you think golddigger is a pretty name? I'm not digging the bullshit people sell in the name of love, I'm digging gold, things that would never betray you," she gives off a soft chuckle. "Now, how the hell did you survive that attack?" "You don't know me, Agatha. You may have married me, but you don't know me," He reverses back to Sophia, walking backwards."Go upstairs and get your files." As Sophia takes a step, Agatha fires a shot at the first stair in the row. Sophia quivers.

[Agatha’s POV] Everything is pitch black. I hear voices and distinct chatter, but I don’t understand what they’re saying. I have a terrible headache, my right hand is itchy, and everything smells like antiseptic. I tried to open my eyes, but when I did, bright light assaulted my pupils. I raise my hand to shield my eyes from too much light. At the same time, I hear a few sets of footsteps rushing toward me. A gentle hand firmly holds mine down, stretching it along the soft bedding.