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I sipped the coffee and relaxed back to the headboard, "What rumors?" "Somebody must've seen us at the jewelry shop, Clara mentioned the post was saying that someone saw me go there with a woman. It's on one of the fan pages, I thought you're still on it?" He must've seen me blush as I thought about all the stuff I said on that fan page. Though most of them are reviews of his books, discussions about the plot, but there are some that were about our longing for him. Our as in we were discussing how hot looking the author of the book is.

But those giddy happy feelings Elliot created earlier blew away in the breeze as I walk past him entering the bakery. Crispin, the man who swept my friend Stella off her feet and never once told her he would sleep with her to gain information, takes up space in a chair situated in the bakery's corner. He reads a magazine with guns dotting the cover and a headline, which promises readers will, "Meet your new girlfriend." Interesting selection. I can't imagine he found that in the reading section Nessa keeps by the fake fireplace. I've searched the pile more than once while waiting for an order and only found decorating catalogs and a few Family Circles.

I beamed. "Crazy, isn't it?" "Fucking crazy, for real." "First, we put THE DA VINCI CODE by DAN BROWN here." He picked out the book and inserted it in the center line of the shelf. He put HOW TO STOP TIME by MATT HAIG, followed by EVERGREEN by NAOMI HIRAHARA. "Then KISS THE GIRLS by JAMES PATTERSON." He put it next to the first book. "I've read that." I went on in a spur of excitement. "It's a thriller and mystery novel about a detective who's trying to track down a serial killer. So many twists and cliffhangers. Total page-turner." I giggled.

I drag my eyes away from him to the slender man infront of me blood pulping from his leg. I pull the knife out when I hear the door of the basement closing. The basement is soundproof nobody outside would be able to hear him scream. "Tell me..." I turn the ring on my left hand's finger. "Who are you working for?" "I... I... The bank. The bank. I am the manager at the bank." Funny how they all stop stuttering and is able to speak when you pull out a gun. "Boss. His got her." Andrei whisper beside me. "Arthur's got her." Flames burn inside me. I should have killed that piece of shit a long time ago. I lower the gun to Albert's knee cap firing a round whole into his unharmed leg.

She has a talent for creating suspense, and I find myself genuinely wanting to read the rest of the book to find out how the mystery gets solved. After the reading portion, the author opens the floor for questions from the audience. Several people raise their hands to ask about her writing process, her inspiration for the story, and her previous books. Sarah surprises me by raising her hand and asking a thoughtful question about the character development and how the author decided to reveal information about the characters gradually throughout the story. The author seems impressed by Sarah’s question and gives a detailed answer about her approach to creating complex characters. Sarah nods th