The steaming spray pelted against her face and washed away the tears. This was her catharsis. Catharsis was the word coined by Aristotle to refer to the purging of pent-up emotions, of which she had a superfluity. They ranged from stubborn hope to forlorn despair and back again like a mad pendulu...
Dinah put her head down on the kitchen table and banged it several times, but no happy solution fell out. Her instinct told her that Hank didn’t kill Raif, but Hank was an odd duck with an obsession about stopping the wedding and no alibi for the time of the murder. The question of when the Beret...
Viktor was drunk, stoned, and in a misogynistic frame of mind. The more he drank, the more likely he was to take out his hatred on Lena or some other poor frau who knocked on his door. Belatedly, she thought how easily he could have gone to work carving her up with that knife. She should phone Lo...
sat shoulder-to-shoulder on one side of the dining room table, each in a different colored robe. Like a lineup of surly parakeets, thought Dinah. K.D. held a panting Cantoo in her lap and jotted notes in her little book of smears. Thad moped in a chair in the corner, tempo...
“I’m sure you’ve wondered about Mrs. Sheridan’s, Erika’s…seclusion.” “Looks more like imprisonment.” Valerie’s steeply arched eyebrows arched more steeply. “Don’t be ridiculous. As I said, it’s a ticklish situation. Erika is a victim of her own weak...