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Alexander tried to offer his best advice, though he knew Cassandra would take any risks necessary to achieve her goal. The following morning, Cassandra began searching Antonio’s house for places the key might fit. She checked each room, staying calm to avoid drawing the attention of Ben or the other staff. Finally, she discovered a small door in the basement that seemed unusual. The key fit perfectly into the lock. Carefully, Cassandra turned the key and opened the door. Inside, she found a small room filled with documents, storage boxes, and electronic devices. Cassandra quickly started examining the contents. She found contracts, financial transactions, and records linking Antonio to vario

However, trying to cover his nervous, he tightened up his grip on his own hand, nevertheless the chief noticed this and gave a sign to the officer next to him to take note about this strange behavior of Victor’s. “I see. I- I know nothing about her.” “You seem to be tensed, Mr. Hillston. Relax. You can tell us everything you know. Perhaps you have ever been to Shore Side Pub?” “I did, once. Last night. But, after that, I went back here immediately and got into my room. I had a headache because I drank quite a lot, and then …” he tried to find the best words to elaborate this explanation, “-and then, I slept there in the toilet in my room.”

It's at my home. Okay, gorgeous, tomorrow morning I'll need it. I am more than convinced that there are traces of something, anything, on that shawl. And if so, not only can we put Mrs. Johnson in that place, but maybe we're lucky enough to put Sarah in the same place and maybe commit the crime. But we don't have a body, Mr. Callanthe. Wasn't she found? No… That complicates things a little then. But most likely I'll call someone who has a dog trained to smell corpses, and maybe who knows we'll be luckier than you think, Mr. Hauser. Something tells me this land in that area knows more than it shows on the surface.

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. Hold Me Close (A Heron’s Landing Novella) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2016, 2017, 2020 by Iris Morland Cover design by Qamber Designs

Not now. "Here." Cat picked the phone up from the dresser and handed it to her. "Yes?" Diha said. The room door clicked shut behind her. Zora launched into the meat of the matter, no greeting necessary. "I just got word that a body was found at a location where Brighton police once busted up some sort of hacking ring." "Oh, that sounds..." Promising? Suspicious?

Hudson scraped his nape, flashing his awkward smile. “No! You are very much needed here.” I chimed in. I was afraid if we were to be alone, Noah would continue our activity. Not that I hated it, I even let myself fall to his charm earlier, but this wasn’t a bedroom, and I still wanted to look for information about witches. This was the best place to search for it. Hudson’s face gleamed upon hearing me. “Honored Lady, please tell me. What are you looking for?” “The Book of Spells, preferably dark witches’ Book of Spells.”

I did a little twirl in the middle of the room and started combing the bookshelves to see what treasures I could find. I was just too excited to have found this place. I came across a smaller leather-bound book that had a weird symbol on the front and when I opened it, I realized that it was a history of the Hunter's. I decided to keep that book just in case I needed it. I was totally in my own world when I felt someone’s arms go around me and breath in my ear. "I see you found my favorite place in the house." My body shivered at the contact. I thought that I was going to melt into a puddle right then and there.

-00- Alex pursed his lips tightly while his eyes were busy peeking out from behind the small cupboard door to see the guest they were waiting for. A few yards ahead they saw Chase tiptoeing through the piles of paper and cardboard that were still strewn on the floor. Among the chaos, Chase's steps seemed steady towards the black bookshelf behind Alex's desk which was not too messy, but some of the books were no longer arranged like before.A section of the shelf on the large bookshelf had been emptied for investigation. Chase wasn't looking in that direction at all. His gaze was only focused on the row of books behind Alex's chair. The chair had his fingerprints on it because he had touched i

I sat beside her, and she immediately stretched her legs back out, her feet landing in my lap. "What are you reading?" She held up the book without looking away from the page. "A mystery novel. A detective in Victorian London." I caught sight of the cover. A woman in a low-cut dress leaned against a man in a top hat, their faces inches apart in the fog. The Scarlet Letter Murders. I grabbed the book from her hands. "Hey!" She sat up, reaching for it. I flipped through a few pages. My eyes landed on a passage. His mouth found the hollow of her throat as his fingers worked the laces of her corset…

Winter was biting harder. The grey sky hung low, as if pressing down on the entire city. Snow fell slowly but incessantly, transforming Elysian—and the whole of the outside world—into a cold, silent, and beautiful expanse of white that was somehow threatening. But behind that frozen landscape, the dark battle was heating up. Clarisse was shot at the Holt network casino. Adrian shifts the blame to Vendrake. The police begin to smell Holt’s drug network. And—further in the distance—Evelyn Moreau and Reo finally find the most important crack.