Breakaway (A Gail McCarthy Mystery) - Plot & Excerpts
Dr. Alan Todd had a cancellation. He would see me tomorrow evening at five. Wonderful. And yet, despite my reservations, I did feel better. At least I was doing something about this damn depression. Right now I was on my way to Nicole Devereaux's, and I was feeling pretty good about that. I'd grabbed a quick dinner at Cafe Cruz, and I was about to arrive right on time. I was looking forward to seeing Nicole, I realized, looking forward to spending some time studying her work. The paintings had left an imprint on my mind, one I hadn't forgotten. Pulling into Nicole's driveway, I parked next to the rambling rose hedge and looked around. No front door was evident. The one time I'd been here I'd gone in the back door. Tentatively, I started in that direction. Nicole came out the garden gate. She smiled when she saw me. "I see you were remembering the way in." "Yes," I said. "Is that the only door?" "Yes, there was a door on this side," she gestured toward the road, "but I had it covered over when I turned the house into my studio.
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