The fire pit was a bizarrely seventies Playboy touch, but it worked, not least as the flames if the fire were a supernatural kind that wouldn't actually burn down the library.
Catherine knelt and began to pray, Pater Noster and Ave Maria, and her lips stumbled trying to get out all the words at once.
Harry shrugged. "Figured you'd be more likely to agree if I said I was him."
Destiny looked past Hefin's shoulder for a moment, closed her eyes for a moment too long, then abruptly stood up and went to the kitchen.
Seth the Cop's voice penetrated her brain at the same time the normally delicious aroma of sandalwood battered her senses.
Years ago, he'd been a legend in his own mind, never less than an hour late for any appointment, intent in impatiently interrupting patients as they related their tales of woe.
"You have to help me find the Firebird locket, the one Colonel Azarenko took from you."
"Someone-I think it might have been Dottie Hemmings-made a comment that Maybelle wasn't the type who liked to share what was hers."
"He's a lot more important to this whole thing than I am. That feels like an unacceptable risk to me."
Cal pounded on the door, suddenly too angry to think straight. She would not lock him out.
You didn't drug and kidnap someone, then lock them into a dark room and leave them there for no reason.
"Frenchie, huh?" she said, once they were on their way again, the laughter in her tone welcome.
"I really need to strangle him. Surely, my folks wouldn't notice one less son."
Good thing the yakuza enforcer was on my side.
Apparently, he knew where I lived.
The man standing on the other side was almost an anti-climax. He was barefoot, and his pants were unfastened, like he had been in the process of getting undressed when his thoughts became scrambled and unclear.
Gangs had never been part of his privileged existence-other than what he saw on the news reports on TV-and he resented that Rex hadn't led the same kind of uncomplicated, pristine life.
"Really?" She unleashed a brilliant smile and his breath caught. The feeling in his chest when she smiled at him had to be more than simple lust. He shook his head a little to clear it.
Truth Be Told, part of the bestselling Jane Ryland and Jake Brogan series by Agatha, Anthony, Mary Higgins Clark, and Macavity Award-winning author Hank Phillippi Ryan, begins with tragedy: a middle-class family evicted from their suburban home. In digging up the facts on this heartbreaking story—and on other foreclosures— reporter Ryland soon learns the truth behind a big-bucks scheme and the surprising players who will stop at nothing, including murder, to keep their goal a secret. Turns out, there’s more than one way to rob a bank.
Boston police detective Jake Brogan has a liar on his hands. A man has just confessed to the famous twenty-year-old Lilac Sunday killing, and while Jake’s colleagues take him at his word, Jake is not so sure. But he has personal reasons for hoping they’ve finally solved the cold case.
Financial manipulation, the terror of foreclosures, the power of numbers, the primal need for home and family and love. What happens when what you believe is true turns out to be a lie?
By the time he did come down to talk to me, I wasn't in the mood for any foolishness. But that's what I was going to get.
She snapped her gaze up to find Chris-blond, built, and hotter than hot. She'd known him most of her life, his family being Order supporters just as hers was. Young, early twenties, he was part of her and her sister's cohort of Hunter/Huntress hopefuls, training together at times, socializing together often. He was a trusted family friend-someone she could count on to watch her back.
Mona's stance faltered. She looked briefly to Charlie and me, finding only equal bewilderment, and then back at the detective. He smiled at her again with charming, innocent curiosity. The left side of his face was red, and the outline of four dainty fingers were slowly gaining definition. He was behaving in precisely the manner in which a man who had just been walloped across the face should not behave.
