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A Dark and Twisting Path (A Writer's Apprentice Mystery, Band 3) - Softcover

Buch 3 von 5: Writer's Apprentice Mysteries

Buckley, Julia

 
9780425282625: A Dark and Twisting Path (A Writer's Apprentice Mystery, Band 3)
Softcover
ISBN 10: 0425282627 ISBN 13: 9780425282625
Verlag: Berkley, 2018

Inhaltsangabe

Writer's apprentice Lena London is happily working on a new collaboration with her idol and bestselling suspense novelist and friend Camilla Graham, but her joy is short-lived when a dark cloud descends upon the quaint town of Blue Lake, Indiana...

Lena's best friend, Allison, is in a panic. On a walk in the woods by her home, Allison discovers the body of her mail carrier, an argumentative man who recently had a falling out with Allison's husband. Lena quickly realizes that Allison has nothing to worry about as the murder weapon points to a different suspect altogether: Lena's embattled boyfriend, Sam West.

Sam was cleared of his wife's murder when she was found alive, and now someone is trying to make him look guilty again. Surveillance video of a break-in at his house shows a shadowy figure trying to incriminate him by stealing the weapon from his desk. Lena and Camilla work on a suspect list, but a threatening note and a violent intrusion at Graham House prove that the devious killer has decided to write them into the plot.

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Über die Autorin bzw. den Autor

Julia Buckley is a Chicago author and teacher. A lover of mysteries herself, she spent her teen years absorbing the wonderful mystery and suspense fiction of the 20th Century, all of which helped to influence what she writes today. Her published series include the Writer's Apprentice mysteries, the Undercover Dish mysteries, the first in the Teddy Thurber series, and the Madeline Mann mysteries. She is a member of the Mystery Writers of America, Sisters in Crime and the Chicago Writer's Association.

Julia lives with her husband, three cats and a big rambunctious Labrador. She has two grown sons. In her free time she likes to watch Netflix (on which she has discovered the joy of French cinema), tend to the potted plants on her deck, read great books, or take part in one of her two book groups.

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1

Delia had come to Greece to face her demons, whatever form they might take. She was frightened, yet also relieved, that the showdown was at hand, and that, one way or another, she would find resolution.

-From Death at Delphi, a work in progress

Victoria West, tragic and beautiful, spoke into the camera. Her expression revealed her pain, as it had on every news broadcast on every channel for the last two months. It also conveyed her determination. In a firm yet vulnerable voice, she said, "I know that my daughter is in this country, and I know that people are being paid handsomely to keep her hidden. The authorities have assured me that Nikon, or whoever acted on his behalf, did not leave the United States with my Athena. I appeal to everyone watching to please help me find my daughter and bring her home." She paused, and I had the sense that the whole world hung on her words. "I am not the only one who has been affected by Nikon Lazos's selfish actions. My husband, Sam, suffered terribly, accused of taking my life. My friend Taylor died in her quest to find me. These are terrible, irreparable losses, and I do not wish to add my baby girl to the roster of things that cannot be reclaimed." She dabbed at her eyes, and her parents rushed forward to put their arms around her. Her lawyers, too, wore faces of the utmost concern.

My friend Allison put down her slice of pizza and turned to me. "Lena, I know she's been through a great deal, but she's so melodramatic. And Sam isn't her husband. He's your man."

This is why Allison is my best friend. I would never have dared to say that Victoria West hadn't gone through terrible things, nor would I have ventured to criticize her frequent press conferences. Of course she wanted her child back, as we all did. I worried about the baby that Nikon Lazos had stolen in broad daylight, and like everyone I was shocked that the police and the government agencies had been unable to locate the child. She had been taken at the end of February, and tomorrow would be the first of May. Yet, like Allison, I couldn't help but feel that Victoria had almost come to enjoy her time in front of the camera, as she had come to depend, once again, on the company and support of her ex-husband, Sam West.

Victoria stepped away from the podium, and one of her lawyers began taking questions from the crowd assembled in New York. She had flown out for the event, which had been combined with the DA's public-and extremely belated-apology to Sam West. Sam had declined to attend, and I supported his choice. Why should he take part in the pageant that Camilla now called "The Victoria West Show"?

Allison sniffed and turned the television off with her remote control. Immediately the peace of her large and sunny living room comforted me and soothed my frayed nerves. It was Monday, her day off, and she was letting me decompress at her house. "Thank you for saying that about Victoria. I have to admit I am getting a little tired of sharing Sam with her. He's trying to be noble, offering support because her therapist says she needs to feel the permanence of her former relationships. I get that. But to rent a house in Blue Lake? And it's walking distance from Sam's place. Camilla made such a face when I told her."

"Camilla's right," Allison said. "I mean, you won him fair and square. She and her lawyers can wait things out in Indianapolis if she's so convinced that Nikon is in Indiana."

"That's only one theory, of course. That he's hiding in plain sight. To me that seems like paranoia. The man had a yacht-although that's been seized temporarily. But he has so much money he could have bought another one, under someone else's name, like he did last time, and he and his daughter could be in Kamchatka by now."

"Kamchatka," Allison said appreciatively. Then, brightening, she said, "We should play Risk! Wouldn't that be fun? With Sam and John? And maybe Doug and Belinda, if they're still a thing."

"I don't know. I should visit Belinda at the library and put out some feelers. I haven't seen her since Camilla and I returned from our tour."

"Yeah, tell me more about that. Was England beautiful?"

A rush of happy memories flooded through me. "So amazing! The scenery, the landscapes of those little towns-just wonderful. Well, you saw the pictures on Facebook."

"Yes. Gorgeous!"

"I saw the village where Camilla grew up. There's a pub there with all her book covers framed on the wall. God, I took so many pictures, Allie! I could have stayed there forever."

"Did you get to make speeches and stuff?"

"Camilla always spoke first, and then when she was finished she would introduce me and talk about working with me, and then people would ask me questions. I felt very important, but that was all due to Camilla's generosity. You know how she is."

"It sounds amazing."

"And at the end of our tour we were right on the sea, and we visited her mother in her little cottage. She was delightful. So much like Camilla, but her own distinct person. She made us tea and called Camilla "pet," and I was in love with her instantly."

Allison put another slice of pizza on my plate and handed it to me where I sat lazily on her couch. I took it absently and said, "We met one of her sisters, too. Philippa. She was nice, although a bit distant. Camilla said she's always been like that, and singularly unimpressed with any of Camilla's books. Philippa is a barrister. We had lunch in London."

Allison clapped gleefully. "Listen to what you just said! Oh, Lee, this is the life you always daydreamed about. You're living it. A published book, and a house with Camilla, and a dreamy, mysterious boyfriend."

"Whom I haven't seen since I came back. He told me he'd be gone when we returned and he was sorry about it. He and his lawyer were following a lead about the baby. It's dŽjˆ vu, Allie. First he was following leads about Victoria, now they're about poor Athena. Although why that's Sam's job I cannot even imagine."

Allison shrugged. "You said he promised to use his resources on her behalf."

"Sam is supportive and kind, which are both things I love about him, but this has gone on long enough. He needs to delegate these jobs and get on with his life."

"With you," Allison said brightly.

"Yes. With me." I sounded smug, and I suppose I felt it, too.

The phone rang, and Allison sprang up to get it. She came back a moment later. "That was John. He'll be home by four. Can you stay for dinner?"

I sighed. "I love your house, and I would actually like to stay for the whole week, but I still have unpacking to do, and I want to make sure Camilla isn't doing too much too soon. Adam is more worried about that than I am, actually. That man is protective, and he can barely stand to be away from her."

"That's sweet. He must have missed her. You guys seemed to have been gone forever."

"It was so great. But I missed Blue Lake, and you and John, and Doug, and Bick's Hardware, and Schuler's ice cream . . ."

"And Sam."

"And Sam." I still missed Sam. I had texted him several times, asking when he would be back. He had responded briefly but passionately, telling me I could never leave again, which I thought was a bit hypocritical, and yet was satisfying to my lover's ears.

"Anyway," I said,...

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Verlag
Berkley
Erscheinungsdatum
2018
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
0425282627
ISBN 13 
9780425282625
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Anzahl der Seiten
304
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