A Dark and Stormy Murder (A Writer's Apprentice Mystery Book 1)

“But, I mean—can’t you

Camilla had called Sam West “your friend.” Not “our friend,” but “your friend.”

Sam West.”

I bought this house for its privacy, and yet people find their way up to this path: young lovers, wandering children, people gaping, trying to get a glimpse of—well, in any case, you certainly belong here if you live at Graham House.”

thirty and forty;

shocked by his rudeness. He was scowling in an unattractive way, and yet despite that I could tell he was good-looking, in the way of a rugged journalist or an Indiana Jones sort of adventurer.

Train

was Camilla’s closest neighbor.

I wasn’t sure what emotion I was feeling; certainly there was an odd disappointment that Camilla had not immediately become my best friend and confided all her hopes and dreams in me (as possibly I had daydreamed she would). And yet I could not contain the euphoria that stemmed from the reality that I had met my idol, that I was going to live in he