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“IT IS EARLY Sunday morning when Briar is finally able to extricate herself from the apartment, having showered and dressed herself in something that did not remind her of him. Her hair is still wet when she makes it out into the pouring rain outside of their building. The taxi driver is waiting for her at the end of the lane, but she pretends that it is an old friend who has come to rescue her from her darkness, so that any neighbours who might catch a glimpse of her will be unaware of her loneliness.”

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Book:A Scandal of the Particular
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A Scandal of the Particular

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Steve Hamilton
Steve Hamilton

Steve Hamilton, born on January 10, 1961, is a renowned American crime novel writer. His works are known for their unique narrative style and profound insights into the psychology of crime. more

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