He says, Youlive for the music, don't you? and he smoothes his hand through myhair. What did she say? That she did not kill Sonia. Perhaps I was makinga mountain out of a dust speck, using a manufactured 'illness ofspirit' as a cover for a wound to my professional pride. I'm fine, she murmured.
whom? Not Jill Foster, not his pregnant companion, not their unbornchild, but his son. Lynley nodded and thought this over. I do promise that. She held on to Richard'sarm, acting the part of a woman lightheaded, waiting for Richard to saythat he'd help her along to the loo, which would thus buy him some timeto regroup.
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