THE DEAD AMERICAN (The Inspector Samuel Tay Novels Book 3) - Plot & Excerpts
He glanced at the glowing numbers of the clock on his bedside table. 4:28am. A dull, orange-colored light leaked around his shades from the street lamps on Emerald Hill Road and illuminated his bedroom just enough for Tay to see his mother sitting there. Her legs were crossed at the knee and her hands were folded in her lap. She wasn’t looking at him and seemed to be studying something on the other side of his bedroom. She was as still as death, which Tay thought made sense. After all, she was dead. “Cat got your tongue, Samuel?” “That’s an awful cliché, Mother.” His mother gave a small shrug and turned her head toward him. “One of the advantages of being dead is you don’t care very much what anyone says about you. Your criticism used to hurt me, Samuel. Sometimes it hurt me a lot. But now I am impervious to it.” “I don’t think that’s quite fair.
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