The Christmas Night Murder (2015)
“I dried my hands and took the two mugs, dropping them off as I went. Joseph was in her office.
“I know you would have told me if there was anything new, but I thought you might just want to throw some ideas around.”
I sat at the table. The depth of her anxiety was clear from her invitation, from her acknowledgment that she expected nothing new from me. What she wanted was the comfort of my company. Perhaps for the first time in the sixteen years we had known each other, she was allowing herself to communicate fear, admitting her own inability to cope. It made it that much harder for me as I realized a burden had subtly shifted to my shoulders. The pressure was terrible on both of us. We were not merely looking for a killer; we were trying to keep a man we loved from dying—if he was still alive.
“I’ve been to see Walter Farragut’s mother.”
Her face relaxed as though I had said I’d found Hudson safe and sound. “Oh Chris, that’s wonderful. I was so afraid there was nothing, that there wa...s nowhere to turn.MoreLess
“I know you would have told me if there was anything new, but I thought you might just want to throw some ideas around.”
I sat at the table. The depth of her anxiety was clear from her invitation, from her acknowledgment that she expected nothing new from me. What she wanted was the comfort of my company. Perhaps for the first time in the sixteen years we had known each other, she was allowing herself to communicate fear, admitting her own inability to cope. It made it that much harder for me as I realized a burden had subtly shifted to my shoulders. The pressure was terrible on both of us. We were not merely looking for a killer; we were trying to keep a man we loved from dying—if he was still alive.
“I’ve been to see Walter Farragut’s mother.”
Her face relaxed as though I had said I’d found Hudson safe and sound. “Oh Chris, that’s wonderful. I was so afraid there was nothing, that there wa...s nowhere to turn.MoreLess
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