The Social Hour. Decklin Kilgarry Suspense Mysteries, #4
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- FormatePub
- ISBN8215855645
- EAN9798215855645
- Date de parution12/12/2023
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- Infos supplémentairesepub
- ÉditeurWMG Publishing
Résumé
A Decklin Kilgarry Suspense Mystery - Book 4 - The Social Hour As candles flickered, she pulled out a small stool then sat, resting her palms gently on the surface of the smooth wood. Then, again reaching into her robe pocket, she pulled out a small, sepia-colored photograph, resting it against a plain, black urn. With candle flames mirrored in her eyes, Amelia lit the cigar with one of the candles, blowing its thick, acrid smoke at the photo-and, it was then she spoke, her words unintelligible.
Chanting her desires, she gently picked up the photograph, raising it to her God. And, there she stayed until it was done .
Chanting her desires, she gently picked up the photograph, raising it to her God. And, there she stayed until it was done .
A Decklin Kilgarry Suspense Mystery - Book 4 - The Social Hour As candles flickered, she pulled out a small stool then sat, resting her palms gently on the surface of the smooth wood. Then, again reaching into her robe pocket, she pulled out a small, sepia-colored photograph, resting it against a plain, black urn. With candle flames mirrored in her eyes, Amelia lit the cigar with one of the candles, blowing its thick, acrid smoke at the photo-and, it was then she spoke, her words unintelligible.
Chanting her desires, she gently picked up the photograph, raising it to her God. And, there she stayed until it was done .
Chanting her desires, she gently picked up the photograph, raising it to her God. And, there she stayed until it was done .