Linda S. (ChoctawLady) - , reviewed on + 59 more book reviews
From the back of the book.
I never wear red anymore.
I shudder when I see an owl.
The beat of Begin the Beguine sets my heart throbbing with terror.
And when I walk the narrow passageway to the mannequin room at Cunninghams, I tremble.
For the memories come back, flooding me with fear and dread, flashing like the facets of the jewel that held the secret of murder--a gem the color of blood.
I never wear red anymore.
I shudder when I see an owl.
The beat of Begin the Beguine sets my heart throbbing with terror.
And when I walk the narrow passageway to the mannequin room at Cunninghams, I tremble.
For the memories come back, flooding me with fear and dread, flashing like the facets of the jewel that held the secret of murder--a gem the color of blood.
