When her lover is found murdered, computer consultant Catherine Calabretta, an ardent supporter of personal privacy, finds her own life up for grabs and joins forces with two company hackers and a crippled former cop to find the killer and clear her own name. A first novel.
We went to Ryan's. I called his son, and Phil took the phone from me and went into the men's rest room. I went in the restroom, and I asked to speak to his son. Tommy said Phil was telling him that I didn't get Netflix fast enough for ...
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Step into the world of Author Nicole Hill as she takes you on this final ride.
This book examines the period between the unconditional surrender of Japan on 14 August 1945, and the arrival of Allied liberation forces in Japanese-occupied territories after 2 September 1945.
... death of his wife and the disposal of her body. Maybe it was the odd look on the face of Amelia Dobson, as though she had seen a ghost, through pretty much ... final betrayal? Chapter Seventeen Today was the first day of the Renaissance. 233.
However great his military campaigns, how often he was victorious on the battlefield, Napoleon was destined to be deposed by political connivance and personal betrayal.
When Philip begins a major research effort to find out who killed President Kennedy strange individuals start to follow him.
Before he left, he told me he had been deceptive to me from the day he married me, and he was a rogue. I was totally blindsided by the evil plans he and his family were conspiring against me. This is my story of survival.
Original lie -- Jobs mirage -- Charity doghouse -- Off the books -- Collecting tribute -- Don't ask, don't know -- Conflicts of interest -- Tax scam -- Polishing apple -- The Koch papers -- Wall scam -- Opportunity knocks -- Dangerous ...
He found the dead body that lay in the lee of the battlements and nudged it with his foot, holding his sword ready. He moved between the guns, tapping with his sword in the crevices and shadows. Clarenceux looked up; the clouds were ...