| Author: | Bistra Nikol | ISBN: | 9780993215742 |
| Publisher: | Blue Lane Publishing | Publication: | May 10, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Bistra Nikol |
| ISBN: | 9780993215742 |
| Publisher: | Blue Lane Publishing |
| Publication: | May 10, 2016 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
After his divorce, Pete has nothing left to live for. Lost his home and money, he finds himself in a hotel where he spends a night with a man he does not know. And when the next day that man is found dead, Pete is the main suspect. During his investigation to find the murderer he finds more about himself and his roots. He meets people that change his life for ever.
‘Chanel… Very interesting choice.’
The man smiled at me, and two charming dimples appeared on his cheeks. They reminded me of my ex-wife. I sank into his warm brown eyes, beneath his well-trimmed eyebrows.
‘Drink?’ he asked.
I nodded. The barman slid a whisky in my direction and I grabbed the cold drink. My dry throat devoured the contents of the glass, savouring the trail of fire it left in its wake. The man smiled again. He ordered another. I felt relaxed.
‘Patience is a choice,’ the man said calmly. ‘Truth is not always easy to digest and sometimes is not what we have come to expect.’ His eyes studied me.
‘I understand that.’ I was alarmed at the way things were going.
‘I am afraid you don’t.’ He looked down into his drink.
After his divorce, Pete has nothing left to live for. Lost his home and money, he finds himself in a hotel where he spends a night with a man he does not know. And when the next day that man is found dead, Pete is the main suspect. During his investigation to find the murderer he finds more about himself and his roots. He meets people that change his life for ever.
‘Chanel… Very interesting choice.’
The man smiled at me, and two charming dimples appeared on his cheeks. They reminded me of my ex-wife. I sank into his warm brown eyes, beneath his well-trimmed eyebrows.
‘Drink?’ he asked.
I nodded. The barman slid a whisky in my direction and I grabbed the cold drink. My dry throat devoured the contents of the glass, savouring the trail of fire it left in its wake. The man smiled again. He ordered another. I felt relaxed.
‘Patience is a choice,’ the man said calmly. ‘Truth is not always easy to digest and sometimes is not what we have come to expect.’ His eyes studied me.
‘I understand that.’ I was alarmed at the way things were going.
‘I am afraid you don’t.’ He looked down into his drink.
