Laura saw at a glance that his clothes, worn as they were, were well cut, and that he carried them with ease. His hair was dark, his eyes—of an indefinable color—inscrutable, distanced. He needed a haircut, and a shave. He didn't—quite—look disreputable; but then, he didn't look not disreputable....
He was there personally to invite Tess Moran, sister of the patient within, to the grand holiday feast that was slated for later that day. His attentiveness was political, of course: Tess Moran had contributed a sizable amount of money to the institute which was open to all, including the poor—an...
Geoff never afterward could recall actually sitting behind the wheel and driving the car. His foot must have been on the gas most of the time and the brake some of the time. He must have hung his arm out the window every once in a while, signaling either a right or left turn. He was pretty sure h...
Between the accident near Braintree and the line for the Egg McMuffin, Emily had used up all the extra time she'd allowed. "No big deal," Emily told Fergus, who was along for the ride -- his first in a horseless carriage. "We'll be there in plenty of time for the eight o'clock," she added, swingi...
She squinted at her little quartz clock. Damn. The cannon was right. She had to drag herself out of bed despite having slept solidly. It was catching up with her, she realized: all the unsolved mysteries — little, big, and in between — were having a cumulative effect. Either that, or being in lov...