It’s been awhile since the last Le Chat Rouge book, and I thought I’d give you just a taste of what’s coming up soon!
The London Game, Chapter 1
The train glided smoothly away from the platform, sailing past graffiti-covered brickwork and out of Paris. If he didn’t think about it, Marc knew he could pretend it was just another business trip, but with Sera at his side, her fingers clutching his, her lips a thin line, and her eyes brimming with tears she didn’t want to admit to, it was impossible. He lifted her hand, pressing a kiss to the back, and she turned to look at him.
“Think of it as an adventure,” he said, his voice low. “Paris is only a train ride away.”
“I know.” Sera’s chin trembled. “It seems so final.”
“Are you regretting this? Us?”
A little snippet for you from my WIP…
“Just a prostitute,” the young beat cop said, taking in the drowned woman’s attire. The remnants of a thin, dark dress clung to her waterlogged form, making her skin paler still in the light from the patrol car’s headlights.
Detective Lang lit a cigarette and stepped closer, staring down at the body. The girl’s throat was mottled with bruises and her head sat at an awkward angle. The beat cop began to shift the body onto the sheet laying nearby on the bank, so that they could shift the body up the slope to where the morgue van waited. The girl’s head turned toward him, and though her face was puffy and her eyes closed, he recognized her.
She should have been dancing the night away at The Orpheus. Just last week, she had been, but now she was dead.
“Hurry it up, Jones,” he snapped to the beat cop. He paced back to his sedan and left them to deal with the corpse. How had she ended up in the river, so obviously murdered? She’d been on top of the world, popular and successful, and beautiful.
He stubbed out his cigarette and lit another. Important people would have to be told, and he didn’t want to be the bearer of bad news.
That’s all for now!