“What do you mean, a goddess?” Alec questioned irritably. “She’s staggeringly beautiful, wonderful, a vision of …” He petered out when he saw Alec looking at him strangely. Father Joe stroked his beard in thought, nervously eyeing Alec and then casting his eyes to the fireplace. Alec was beginning to sense Father Joe was regretting coming to his flat. He was also thinking that he regretted having anything to do with the vicar. He was quite mad … possibly.” IntriguePoetic ProseDark SecretsHistorical MysteryRomantic TensionJournalistic EthicsLondon FictionCrime Solving DuoFlawed ProtagonistNazi Crimes Book:The Wasp Trap Source: The Wasp Trap