Patterns Were My Profession
The timing betrayed him utterly, and I saw the judge register it, that half-second gap between cause and alibi that should not exist in an honest man, and does not.
Chapter 10 — The Room He Went Through Anyway
Then Judge Bennett looked at the healing bruise above my eyebrow, the one injury I had not yet explained, and he asked what had caused it.
And I had to swallow, because that one was harder to talk about than the others, for reasons that had nothing to do with the pain.
My husband’s study had remained almost untouched since the day he died.
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