A Note from Author Olivia Matthews A Taste of the Caribbean: Inspiration for Against the Currant My family immigrated to the United States from Grenada, West Indies, when I was very young. I have a vivid memory of walking with my father in my childhood neighborhood in Brooklyn, New York, in the late 1970s.…
PROLOGUE Today is day three hundred and sixty-four. Three hundred and sixty-four days since my last night of sleep. That’s almost nine thousand hours. Five hundred and twenty-four thousand minutes. Thirty-one million seconds. Or, if you want to go in the opposite direction, fifty-two weeks. Twelve months. One whole year without a single night of…
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c h a p t e r 1 Boston—1993 It happens in November. You are walking down Beacon Street when you feel a chill settle deep within you. It’s the kind of feeling you know won’t let go till the warmest spring day arrives with plans to linger. Or perhaps you are being followed. You…
Introduction by Author: For a long time, I have been deeply fascinated by female friendships. Not least, I suppose, because of my own. The peculiar emphasis that little girls have on finding their ‘best friend’ is, at times, as intense as the pursuit of a romantic relationship in teenage years. The desire for someone to…
A Note from Author Wendy Church I wrote Murder on the Spanish Seas during the first year of the pandemic lockdown—like everyone else, we were pretty isolated, and I was thinking about places I’d been, and places I wished I could go. The Basque Country has been on my travel list for a while, and the more…
Prologue Jesus, thought Joey, stopping to catch his breath while simultaneously chastising himself for using the Lord’s name in vain. They’d said the hike was challenging, even by hardy Norwegian mountaineering standards. But he didn’t realize “challenging” was code for “your lungs will be bleeding.” Probably not too demanding for a younger person, but he…
A Note from William Martin I like to write on a broad canvas, about high stakes, with a big idea driving me on from the first scene to the climax. For December ’41, I found them all at the movies. I was watching the World War II film, Darkest Hour. About halfway through, Churchill…
Chapter One JUNE 2019 Week One: THURSDAY It took him four minutes to circle the block. He drove slowly, looking for a parking space on Jenna’s street while keeping one eye out for surveillance cameras. He’d read somewhere that Midtown had more security cameras per block than any other neighborhood in the city. It made…
