“They caravanned over to 51st Avenue in northwestern Nashville, a small section of town aptly named the Nations. It was across Interstate 40 from Sylvan Park, the mirror image of the state street routes Taylor and Sam used to trace… — J.T. Ellison Copy Share
“Whatcha up to?” Baldwin lounged in her doorway, drinking in her beauty. She should look frazzled and tired, it was the middle of the night, they’d been working for so many hours Baldwin had lost count. But she sat serenely… — J.T. Ellison Copy Share Image
“Taylor said a prayer for the man, and apologized out loud. Knowing there was nothing left to do, she turned to leave. As she walked to the door, she spied a file folder, sitting apart from Stella’s cleaning supplies. “Stella, is this yours?” Stella was on the landing and shouted back to her. “Is what mine?” “The manila folder. Is… — J.T. Ellison Copy Share
“Quinn gave her a warm smile that belied the master/servant nature of their relationship. “Gabrielle, possiamo avere due Coca Lights, per favore? Grazie.” Gabrielle” — J.T. Ellison Copy Share Image
“She tried not to think of her father, once a brief inmate of those twenty-foot-high, three-foot-thick crenellated walls. Now” — J.T. Ellison Copy Share Image
“She turned and eyed Jane, her dark eyes cool. Jane could see the thought process. Competition? Nope. Jane was dismissed after a moment without… — J.T. Ellison Copy Share Image
“Like her name, Jasmine Allôns was dusky and exotic. The woman bled sensuality, as if she were in a constant state of karmic sexuality—a… — J.T. Ellison Copy Share Image
“Think of the difficulties facing an exceptionally talented child. A completely controlled existence, a world structured around said child’s genius. Constant work, attention, adulation and expectation. Until the one day the child wakes up, literally and figuratively, and decides she doesn’t want to be a prodigy. She doesn’t want to work so hard to live her life. She sees the… — J.T. Ellison Copy Share
“I hope this means you’re getting a new lab?” “I don’t know, T. I gotta run, we’ve got Aiden’s autopsy done and I need to write up some notes. By the way, tell Baldwin the crime scene techs found Aiden’s clothes in a bin behind the McDonald’s on West End. We’ll get that sent to his lab, if he’d like.”… — J.T. Ellison Copy Share
“See, I told you it was crazy. My dad was a lot of things, but I can’t imagine he’d stand by and let something… — J.T. Ellison Copy Share Image
“Taylor didn’t know how the woman stood being the center of so much derision.” — J.T. Ellison Copy Share Image
“Have you been in the room?” “Ain’t but the one key. I tolds ya she didn’t bring it back this mornin’. What’s all this? Did Christina do somethin’ stupid, get herself in trouble with the law?” The leathery bald head and absence of teeth gave the man a shrunken look, as if a headhunter had stolen in during the night… — J.T. Ellison Copy Share
“She turned on her computer, waited for it to boot up. She let her fingers drum a staccato rhythm against her temple. Tap, tap,… — J.T. Ellison Copy Share Image
“When I dropped out, they ostracized me. I stopped going to school, got my GED, and started working here. I needed to find a… — J.T. Ellison Copy Share Image
