Computers had taken over from the filing cabinets full of the records of completed or future jobs. Scarlet’s growth as a child had been measured by what letter of the alphabet on the filing system she had reached. All the company’s details were ably run by Alice Judson. She was her dad’s long ser...
Nothing matched in any of the victims’ private lives. They didn’t work in the same jobs, didn’t frequent the same clubs, and had never had cause to meet in one another’s social circles. All were respectable women who had apparently been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Rafe shoved the files ...
Even to Trent’s eyes the room looked lifeless and empty. She was frowning when Juliet came down the stairs. “What’s wrong?” Trent’s head shot up at being caught evaluating her living space, and she shrugged as she gestured around her kitchen. “I was thinking I could do this room up next, maybe ad...