By John Barlow
A person desires you useless. You don’t understand who. Or why...
John Ray is named to the scene of a violent homicide. The sufferer is an outdated affiliate of John’s dad, neighborhood crime boss Tony Ray. There’s no visible reason for the crime, yet every person has the same opinion on something: don’t inform the police.
John, the Cambridge-educated white sheep of the Ray relations, has regularly refused to join his father’s enterprise. yet he’s slightly a maverick, with a foot in either worlds, and he’s no longer fairly as white as he would favor: precisely the form of individual you’d are looking to examine an underworld murder.
His look for the killer takes him again to occasions two decades in the past, and to a different, much more heinous crime. yet he nonetheless doesn't particularly be aware of what he’s trying to find. till it’s too late.
Plus, he’s no longer the single one looking...
FATHER AND SON is the second one crime mystery within the John Ray / LS9 sequence.
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Usually I would brush the question off and retreat to my room, but once I made the mistake of answering. “I’m not as pretty as Jenna,” I said, as though it needed saying. ” She put a hand on my arm. ” There was: Michael, a popular boy with creamy skin, roses in his cheeks, and dark brown eyes, a basketball player. I’d liked him since fourth grade. Unlike the other popular boys, he wasn’t unkind to girls like me. Once in junior high when the bell rang, I left my pencil case on my desk, and he ran after me, shouting my name.
Maddy called me on the intercom, and I got a little lost and…” My voice trailed off. ” Lucia asked, hands on her hips. ” “It was pretty loud. ” “Must have been Brenda,” Lucia said briskly. ” A few times since my arrival at Thornfield Park I had passed a broad-shouldered, mannish woman, older than the rest of the housekeeping staff. That must have been Brenda. But hadn’t I been told the third floor was unsafe and off-limits? Anticipating my question, Lucia said, “I know, I said it wasn’t safe up there.
Then, hurrying home, I’d catch my reflection in a shopwindow and be brought abruptly back to reality. The train chugged to a start, daylight mercifully erasing my image. The morning had turned out crisp and nearly cloudless, a good day for a fresh start. I tried to settle back in my seat, to relax and collect myself. Calm, cool, capable, I silently repeated to myself. That’s what I’m going to be. Calm, cool, capable. The ride passed too quickly. Before I felt remotely ready, the train was pulling into Old Saybrook station.