The book finds Jane a most wanted fugitive out for revenge.
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And below, you might read an excerpt ofThe Whispering Rooms second chapter.
Bantam
She carried a large tote bag with incriminating contents.
The residential neighborhood was calm in this age of chaos, quiet in a time characterized by clamor.
California pepper trees whispered and palm fronds softly rustled in a breeze fragrant with jasmine.
Behind the house, the patio lacked furniture.
A stuccoed property wall and Indian laurels screened the back of the house from the neighbors.
Even in daylight, she would not have been seen.
No cooking utensils were in sight.
No designer china waited to be admired on the shelves of those few upper cabinets that featured display windows.
She passed through spacious rooms as dark as closed caskets and devoid of furniture.
Or perhaps the dark, cold rooms were not what fostered this apprehension.
Lawrence Hannafin lived at that address, a widower since the previous March.
He and his late wife never had children.
Though only forty-eight twenty-one years older than Jane Hannafin was likely to be alone.
She didnt know if he might be an ally in waiting.
Cowardice was the default position of the times.
She hoped that Hannafin wouldnt become an enemy.
In that capacity, shed killed only twice, in a desperate situation on an isolated farm.
In the past week, on leave from the Bureau, shed killed three men in self-defense.
She was now a rogue agent, and shed had enough of killing.
There would be no justice for her.
