The Bloodline Enigma
The rain had been falling for three days when Martha Black walked into my office, and she looked like she had been walking through it since before the rain started. She was beautiful in the way that dangerous things are beautiful—sharp angles, dark eyes, a mouth that seemed permanently caught between a smile and a warning. "I need you to find out who I am," she said, sitting down without being...
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