At times interesting, at times slow, and at times a little repetitive. One things that could have been fleshed out more was "Emily". She was the whole reason for the mission, and yet she barely featured in the story. She could be another story on her own. Perhaps this is the author's intention - ...
Munroe followed the digital trail of that short-lived marriage through public records. She filled out online forms for a certified copy of his marriage certificate and hunted through searches until she found a specimen of what the real thing would look like, courtesy of an abandoned blog. She tra...
The woman spotted her and swaggered slowly toward the nearest rail and, once within shouting distance, leaned out over the water and called, “This the boat for sale?” “This is the one,” Munroe yelled, and the woman pointed down the coast toward another boat headed their way. “My man is coming to ...
To the left, touristic and inviting, rose the massive walls of the Sforzesco castle, and Munroe went in the opposite direction, navigating through pedestrian traffic with the directions Bradford had given, for several minutes along a street lined with trees still bright green with young leaves. M...
It was nearing sunset, that period of day when the sky would change into brilliant hues and the ocean would undulate with color. Munroe leaned into the wind and the ocean spray, closed her eyes, and allowed her thoughts to flow in random patterns, willing synapses to connect and make sense of pat...