“Love makes a mess of things, doesn't it?' he said, as though he was speaking to himself. 'People are always falling in love with the wrong people. It happens over and over. It would be so much simpler if . . .” — Ashley Weaver Copy Share Image
“So what happened . . . with Rupert?' I asked at last. I was genuinely curious. If I were to be murdered tonight by… — Ashley Weaver Copy Share Image
“He waved a hand. 'Never mind. It doesn't matter. Perhaps I did look guilty there for a while. In any event, it was interesting… — Ashley Weaver Copy Share Image
“In the meantime, the porter's gone. How much time until we reach our next stop?' I glanced at my wristwatch, an absurd fluttery feeling… — Ashley Weaver Copy Share Image
“Love makes a mess of things, doesn't it?' he said, as though he was speaking to himself. 'People are always falling in love with… — Ashley Weaver Copy Share Image
“We looked into one another's eyes, and I think we both knew in that instant that the past was behind us. We could never… — Ashley Weaver Copy Share Image
“In the novels, it always seemed best to keep the suspect talking. Inevitably, help would arrive. I really held out no hope for such… — Ashley Weaver Copy Share Image
“The letter wasn't at all in Milo's style. He would have issued a much more elegant threat on vastly superior stationery.” — Ashley Weaver Copy Share Image
“I stared at the list, as though willing the murderer's name to appear in red letters before my eyes. I felt I was so… — Ashley Weaver Copy Share Image
