Every Secret Thing

by Susanna Kearsley

Ohhh, good.  It was a mystery bordering on a thriller.  Kate is a journalist who is in London to cover a national trial.  As she sits outside awaiting the verdict, an older gentleman approaches her and begins a conversation.  Kate is dismissive when he tells her he knows of a murder deserving justice that was committed many years ago.  He asks about her grandmother and tells Kate she has the same eyes, then gives her his card.  Andrew Deacon is his name.  He walks away and is hit by a car and killed.  Kate asks her grandmother about him and the story begins.  Whew!

Quote

“‘I always think they’re rather sad things, photographs, when someone dies.  One is left with the pictures, but none of the stories.’”    p. 55 ¶5

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