“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 in my stomach. 'Nearly an hour.' 'Excellent,' he said, lowering his mouth again to mine. 'Let's… — 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
