—“Rime of the Duchess May,” Elizabeth Barrett Browning “Who was Probert Chandler? Where did he come from? What was he like as a man? And how did he really die?” Bree folded her hands on the conference table and looked at each of her employees in turn. It was, she felt, an impressive start to Be...
—Much Ado About Nothing, William Shakespeare “I’m not staying in this bed a minute longer!” Bree shouted. She wasn’t in the best of tempers. Sasha was curled on the floor nearest her right hand. Once in a while he lifted his head and bumped her hand. It’d been a three-day hassle to get out of...
Ronald Parchese said. The angel held the business card by one edge without looking at it. “And Suite 0? Who has a Suite 0?” “Beazley, Barlow, and Caldecott,” Bree said. “Who’s Barlow?” Ron demanded. “Haven’t a clue at the moment. But I plan to find out.” Bree had left the Bay Street building and ...