The Last Dance at the Halo
The jazz on the radio was playing "Body and Soul," but Diana Sterling was not listening to the music. She was listening to the silence between the notes—the spaces where Charles Whitmore's thoughts lived, and which he seemed reluctant to share. They were driving up the Long Island Expressway in a car that cost more than Diana's father had earned in his entire teaching career at Harvard. The car...
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