“A [redacted] who was the last to be with the victim before [redacted]?"
“It’s possible. And since that option would make our job more difficult, I’m going to say the odds of it being true increase.”
Aaron’s customary cynicism was oddly reassuring.
"Inside the house, just past the open door, outside quiet gave way to chaos as Aaron Harker pivoted on the ridiculously ornate parquet floor, arms windmilling as he tried to keep his balance without losing sight of his prey, a grey-green figure the size of a cat and the shape of a frog, if a frog were to rise up on two feet and scurry like a ferret."
#Revising and fine-turning, as I read the book out loud to Max (who is a terrible audience, as she's audibly snoring).
If you were imagining Botheration looking something like this, only brindle, you’re not far off….
@GW I don't mind them, though I wish they'd give up on the dramatic entrances.
They're like Victorian stage villains with twirly moustaches and a swirling cape shouting AH HA, MY PROUD BEAUTY. NOW I HAVE YOU!