After a night of broken sleep and anxious dreams that were hard to tell apart from waking thoughts, Stephen had slept through the screech of his alarm clock and had to rush to get to work. In a dream that seemed to repeat itself with variations on a constant loop like a demonic piece of music, he...
Fidelma stopped in her own darkness for a while, watching the lights flash on, strings of lights like precious stones. Was Mary-Margaret intending to make a habit of staying out till late, without saying where she was going or when she was coming back? Fidelma was not particularly worried. Mary-M...