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Chapters (46)
  1. Books by Hilary Davidson
  2. Author’s Note
  3. CHAPTER 1
  4. CHAPTER 2
  5. CHAPTER 3
  6. CHAPTER 4
  7. CHAPTER 5
  8. CHAPTER 6
  9. CHAPTER 7
  10. CHAPTER 8
  11. CHAPTER 9
  12. CHAPTER 10
  13. CHAPTER 11
  14. CHAPTER 12
  15. CHAPTER 13
  16. CHAPTER 14
  17. CHAPTER 15
  18. CHAPTER 16
  19. CHAPTER 17
  20. CHAPTER 18
  21. CHAPTER 19
  22. CHAPTER 20
  23. CHAPTER 21
  24. CHAPTER 22
  25. CHAPTER 23
  26. CHAPTER 24
  27. CHAPTER 25
  28. CHAPTER 26
  29. CHAPTER 27
  30. CHAPTER 28
  31. CHAPTER 29
  32. CHAPTER 30
  33. CHAPTER 31
  34. CHAPTER 32
  35. CHAPTER 33
  36. CHAPTER 34
  37. CHAPTER 35
  38. CHAPTER 36
  39. CHAPTER 37
  40. CHAPTER 38
  41. CHAPTER 39
  42. CHAPTER 40
  43. EPILOGUE
  44. Acknowledgments
  45. About the Author
  46. Read an Excerpt From the Second Book in the Lily Moore Series, The Next One to Fall

“You used to throw together these parties at the last minute,” he said. “You’d call at four and say why not come on over for supper tonight? When I got there at eight, you’d have a bunch of folks there. I liked that.”

“I still throw parties.” That was one of my luxuries; I loved having my own place and being able to invite people over at a moment’s notice. “You know that I hate to be alone.”

“So why haven’t you come home yet?”

“Spain has been great for work. I’ve been traveling all over the place.”

“Okay,” said Jesse. I had him there; he’d go to hell in a handbasket if he thought he could get a return ticket. “But if you came home now, you could write other books. Don’t you miss your friends here?”

“Of course I do.” I was often lonely in Spain, but I didn’t want to admit it. I worked from home and I was alone there most of the time, unless I jetted off to Paris or Prague for work… where I was also alone.

“You haven’t called anyone since you got in, have you?”

I shook my head and took another hit of shiraz. “I meant to call people after I got here. I thought I’d be inviting them to a memorial service for my sister. Then – with everything that’s happened – I don’t know what to say to anyone. I feel like I’m in limbo.”

“You are. It’s hard to feel settled with all that’s goin’ on. But you should be seein’ people. Otherwise all you’re gonna think about is Claudia and your ex.”

I went to bed after eleven with a deeply unsettled mind. Where was Claudia? What was that other woman doing in her apartment, and why had she died? And Martin… I couldn’t figure him out at all. After staring at the ceiling for a long while, it hit me that I wasn’t going to learn anything new as I lay there. The alarm clock said it was after midnight, but New York is the city that never sleeps, I reasoned as I threw the comforter aside, pulled on jeans and a sweater, and kicked aside my boots in favor of flats. I’d always felt safe walking around the Village and even my ratty corner of the Lower East Side when I’d lived in New York, no matter what time of day. I left a note for Jesse, just in case he woke up and noticed I was gone, then put on my coat.