Callander Square (Thomas and Charlotte Pitt Series #2)

Callander Square (Thomas and Charlotte Pitt Series #2)

by Anne Perry


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Murders just don’t happen in fashionable areas like Callander Square–but these two have. The police are totally baffled. Pretty, young Charlotte Ellison Pitt, however, is curious.

Inspector Pitt’s well-bred wife doesn’t often meddle in her husband’s business, but something about this case intrigues her–to the point that staid Charlotte Pitt is suddenly rattling the closets of the very rich, seeking out backstairs gossip that would shock a barmaid, and unearthing truths that could push even the most proper aristocrat to murder.

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ISBN-13: 9780345513953
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 05/26/2009
Series: Thomas and Charlotte Pitt Series , #2
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 272
Sales rank: 158,169
Product dimensions: 5.18(w) x 7.98(h) x 0.57(d)

About the Author

Anne Perry is the bestselling author of two acclaimed series set in Victorian England: the Charlotte and Thomas Pitt novels, including Death on Blackheath and Midnight at Marble Arch, and the William Monk novels, including Blood on the Water and Blind Justice. She is also the author of a series of five World War I novels, as well as twelve holiday novels, most recently A New York Christmas, and a historical novel, The Sheen on the Silk, set in the Ottoman Empire. Anne Perry lives in Los Angeles and Scotland.


Portmahomack, Ross-shire, U.K

Date of Birth:

October 28, 1938

Place of Birth:

Blackheath, London England

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Callander Square

By Anne Perry


Copyright © 1980 Anne Perry
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4532-1907-2


The autumn air hung mild and faintly misty, and the grass in Callander Square was dappled yellow with fallen leaves in the late afternoon sun. In the small garden in the center of the square two men stood with spades, looking down into a shallow hole. The taller of them bent down and put his hands into the damp soil, searching. Gingerly he brought up the article he sought, a small, bloody bone.

The other breathed out noisily.

"What d'yer reckon it is, then? Too big to be a bird."

"Pet," the first replied. "Someone buried a dog, or the like."

The shorter man shook his head. "They didn't oughter do that." He looked disparagingly at the pale Georgian facades rearing up in severe elegance beyond the lacy birch leaves and the limes. "They got gardens for that sort of thing. They oughter have more respect."

"It musta bin a small dog," the taller man turned the bone over in his hand. "Maybe a cat."

"A cat! Go on. Gentlemen don't 'ave cats; and ladies don't go digging in gardens. Wouldn't know a spade if it up an' bit em.

"Must 'a' bin a servant. Cook, most like."

"Still didn't oughter do it," he shook his head to emphasize his point. "Like animals, I do. A pet what 'as done 'er service in the 'ouse oughter be buried proper: not where people's going to go and dig 'er up again, unknowing like."

"They mightn't 'a' thought we was going to dig 'ere. It's years since we put anything new in this bit. Wouldn't'a' done now, except we got this bush give us."

"Well we'd better put it somewhere else: a bit over to the left p'raps. Leave the poor little thing in peace. It ain't right to disturb the dead, even animals. Dare say someone cared for it. Kept someone's kitchen clean o' mice."

"Can't put it to the left, yer gawp! We'll kill the forsythia."

"You watch yer tongue! Put it to the right then."

"Can't. That rhode-thing grows like a house, it does. Got to put it 'ere."

"Then put the cat under the rhode-thing. Dig it up proper, and I'll do the burying."

"Right." He put his spade where he judged it would bring the body up in one piece and set his weight on it. The earth came up easily, soft with loam and leaf mold, and fell away. The two men stared.

"Oh Gawd Almighty!" The spade fell from his hands. "Oh Gawd save us!"

"What—what—is it?"

"It's not a cat. I—I think it's a baby."

"Oh Holy Mother. What do we do?"

"We'd better get the police."


He let the spade down slowly, very gently, as if somehow even now it mattered.

"You going?" The other stared at him.

"No. No, I'll stay 'ere. You go and get a constable. And 'urry! It'll be dark soon."

"Yeah! Yeah!" He was galvanized into action, desperately relieved to have something to do, above all something that would take him away from the hole in the ground and the bloody little mess on the spade.

The constable was young and still new to his beat. The great fashionable squares overawed him with their beautiful carriages, their matched pairs of liveried footmen and armies of servants. He found himself tongue-tied when he was required to speak to them, the magisterial butlers, the irascible cooks, the handsome parlormaids. The bootboys, the scullery maids, and the tweenies were much more his class.

When he saw the hole in the ground and the gardeners' discovery he knew it was totally beyond him, and with horror and relief, told them to wait where they were, move nothing, and ran as fast as his legs would carry him to the police station to hand the whole thing over to his inspector.

He burst into the office, abandoning his manners in the excitement.

"Mr. Pitt, sir, Mr. Pitt! There's been a dreadful thing, sir, a terrible thing!"

Pitt was standing by the window, a big man with long, curved nose and humorous mouth. He was plain to a degree, and quite incredibly untidy, but there was intelligence and wit in his face. He raised his eyebrows at the constable's precipitate entrance, and when he spoke his voice was beautiful.

"What sort of dreadful thing, McBeath?"

The constable gasped; he could not utter a coordinated sentence for his lack of breath.

"A body—sir. In Callander Square. Pitiful, sir—it is. They just found it now—the gardeners—dug it up. In the middle. Planting a tree, or something."

Pitt's face puckered in surprise.

"Callander Square? Are you sure? You haven't got lost again, have you?"

"Yes, sir. No, sir, right in the middle. Callander Square, sir. I'm positive. You'd better come and see."

"Buried?" Pitt frowned. "What sort of body?"

"A baby, sir." McBeath closed his eyes and suddenly he looked quite ill. "A very small baby, sir, like newborn, I think. Reminds me of my kid sister, when she was born."

Pitt breathed out very slowly, a sort of private sigh.

"Sergeant Batey!" he said loudly.

The door opened and a uniformed man looked in.

"Yes, sir?"

"Get an ambulance and Doctor Stillwell and come to Callander Square."

"Someone been attacked, sir?" His face brightened. "Robbed?"

"No. Probably only a domestic tragedy."

"A domestic tragedy?" McBeath's voice rose in outrage. "It's murder!"

Batey stared at him.

"Probably not," Pitt said calmly. "Probably some wretched servant girl seduced, kept it to herself, and gave birth alone, and the child died. She'd bury it and tell no one, nurse her grief to herself, so she wouldn't be put out on the streets with no job, and no character to get another. God knows how many times it happens."

McBeath looked pale and pinched.

"Do you think so, sir?"

"I don't know," Pitt answered him, going toward the door. "But it wouldn't be the first time, nor the last. We'd better go and see."

It took Pitt the last half hour of daylight to look at the little body, poke round in the crumbly soil to see if there were anything else, to help identify it, and find the second, misshapen, cold little body. He sent the doctor and the ambulance away with them both, and a shaking, white-faced McBeath home to his rooms, then Batey and his men to post guard in the gardens. There was nothing else he could do that night until the doctor had given him some information: how old the babies had been, how long ago they had died, as near as could be estimated, and if possible what had been wrong with the second, deeper buried one to cause that misshapen skull. It was too much to hope they could tell now from what they had died.

He arrived at his own home in the dark and the fine, clinging dampness of fog. The yellow gaslights were welcoming, promising warmth not only to the body, but to the mind, and the raw, vulnerable feelings.

He stepped inside with an acute sense of pleasure that nearly two years of marriage had not mellowed. In the spring of 1881 he had been called to the horrifying case of the Cater Street hangman, the mass murderer of young women, who garroted them and left their swollen-faced bodies in the dark streets. In that dreadful circumstance he had met Charlotte Ellison. Of course at that time she had treated him with the dignified coolness any such well-bred young woman would use toward a policeman, who was rather lower in the social scale than a moderately good butler. But Charlotte was a girl of terrifying honesty, not only toward others, causing a social chaos; but toward herself also. She had acknowledged her love for him, and found the courage to defy convention and accept him in marriage.

They were poor, startlingly so compared with the considerable comfort of her father's home, but with ingenuity and her usual forthrightness she had dispensed with most of the small status symbols without which her erstwhile friends would have considered themselves bereft. Occasionally when his feelings were raw on the matter, she joked that the relief from pretense was a pleasure to her; and perhaps it was at least half true.

Now she came from the small drawing room with its sparse, well-polished furniture and autumn flowers in a glass vase. Her dress was one she had brought with her, wine colored, a little out of fashion now, but her face glowed and the lamplight picked out all the warm mahogany tones in her hair.

He felt a quick surge of joy, almost of excitement, as he saw her and reached out immediately to touch her, to kiss her.

After a moment she pulled back, looking at him.

"What is it?" she asked with a lift of anxiety in her voice.

In the quick, enveloping warmth of meeting he had forgotten Callander Square. Now the memory returned. He would not tell her; heaven knew, after Cater Street there was little of horror that she could not cope with, but there was no need to distress her with this. She was quick to sympathy—the little bodies, whether crime or simple tragedy, would stir her imagination to all the pain, the isolation and fear, whatever lonely, terrible thoughts had possessed the mother.

"What is it?" she repeated.

He put his arm round her and turned her back to the drawing room, or perhaps parlor would have been a less pretentious name for it, in so small a house.

"A case," he replied, "in Callander Square. It will probably prove to be very little, but tedious in the proof. What have we for dinner? I've been outside and I'm hungry."

She did not press him again, and he spent a slow, sweet evening by the fire, watching her face as she bent in concentration over her sewing, a piece of linen worn beyond its strength. Over the years there would be much patching and making do, many meals without meat, and when the children came, hand-me-down clothes; but it all seemed only a comfortable labor now. He found himself smiling.

In the morning it was different. He left early when the October mist still clung round the damp leaves and there was no wind. He went to the police station first, to see if Doctor Stillwell had anything to tell him.

Stillwell's dour face was even longer than usual. He looked at Pitt sourly, bringing with his presence an immediate reminder of death and human mutability.

Pitt felt the warmth slip away, the comfort he had woken with.

"Well?" he asked grimly.

"First one quite normal, as far as I can tell," Stillwell said quietly. "Which isn't very far. Been dead about six months I should judge, poor little thing. Can't tell you whether it was born dead, or died within a day or two. Nothing in the stomach." He sighed. "Can't even tell you if it died naturally or was killed. Suffocation would be easy, leave no marks. It was a girl, by the way."

Pitt took a deep breath.

"What about the other, the one lower down?"

"Been dead a lot longer, nearer two years, from what I can tell. Again, that's pretty much of a guess. And again, I don't know whether it was born dead, or died within a few days. But it was abnormal, I can tell you beyond doubt—"

"I could see that myself. What caused it?"

"Don't know. Congenital, not an injury in birth."

"Would there be something in the parents' history—?"

"Not necessarily. We don't know what causes these things. Children like that can be born to anyone, even in the best families; it's just that they more often manage to keep it quiet."

Pitt thought for a few moments. Could that be what it was, a matter of social embarrassment?

"What about the top one?" He looked up at Stillwell. "Was that one deformed as well, anything wrong with its brain?"

Stillwell shook his head.

"Not that I could see, but of course if it were going to become mentally defective, there would be no way of telling at that age. It was no more than a few days old at the most. It could even have been born dead," he frowned. "Although I don't think so. There wasn't anything I could see to cause death. Heart, lungs, and intestines seemed quite normal. But of course it was to some extent decomposed. I really don't know, Pitt. You'll just have to make your own inquiries, and see what you can find out."

"Thank you." There was nothing else to say. Pitt collected Batey and in silence they set out in the misty morning, the tree-lined streets smelling of rotting leaves and damp stone.

Callander Square was deserted; the sightseers such a discovery might have provoked elsewhere were abashed to invade its elegant pavements. There was no sign of life in the great houses except the whisk of a broom on an area step and the hollow sound of a footman stamping his boots. It was too early for errand boys; the cooks and parlormaids would barely have finished serving breakfast to the later risers.

Pitt went to the nearest house, up the steps, and knocked discreetly at the door, then stepped back.

Several minutes later it was opened by a well-built, darkly handsome footman. He looked at Pitt with heavy-lidded, supercilious eyes. Years of training had taught him to sum up a man even before he opened his mouth. He knew instantly that Pitt was a little better than a tradesman, but far from being a man of birth, let alone a gentleman.

"Yes, sir?" he inquired with a faint lift of his voice.

"Inspector Pitt, police." Pitt met his eye levelly. "I would like to speak to the mistress of the house."

The footman's face was impassive.

"I am not aware that we have suffered any burglaries. Perhaps you have come to the wrong house? This is the residence of General Balantyne and Lady Augusta Balantyne."

"Indeed. I did not know that. But it is the situation of the house that makes it of concern to me. May I come in?"

The footman hesitated. Pitt stood his ground.

"I'll see if Lady Augusta will see you," the footman conceded reluctantly. "You had better come in. You can wait in the morning room. I shall discover if her ladyship has finished her breakfast."

It was a long, irritating half hour before the morning room door opened and Lady Augusta Balantyne came in. She was a handsome woman with bone china elegance of feature, and dressed in expensive and classic taste. She looked at Pitt without curiosity.

"Max says that you wish to see me, Mr.—er—"

"Pitt. Yes ma'am, if you please."

"What about, pray?"

Pitt looked at her. She was not a woman with whom to prevaricate. He plunged straight in.

"Yesterday evening two bodies were dug up in the gardens in the middle of the square—"

Lady Augusta's eyebrows rose in disbelief.

"In Callander Square? Don't be ridiculous! Bodies of what, Mr.—er?"

"Pitt," he repeated. "Babies, ma'am. The bodies of two newborn babies were found buried in the gardens. One was about six months ago, the other nearer to two years."

"Oh dear," she was visibly distressed. "How very tragic. I suppose some maidservant—To the best of my knowledge it is no one in my household, but of course I shall make inquiries, if you wish."

"I would prefer to do it myself, ma'am; with your permission." He tried to make it affirmative, as though he were assuring her agreement rather than asking her permission. "Naturally I shall be calling at all the houses in the square—"

"Of course. My offer was merely a matter of courtesy. If you discover anything that involves my household, naturally you will inform me." Again it was a statement and not a question. Authority sat on her easily, long a familiar garment, and she had no need to display it.

He smiled acknowledgment, but he did not commit himself in words.

She reached for the bell and rang it. The butler appeared.

"Hackett, Mr. Pitt is from the police. There have been two babies found in the gardens. He will be questioning the servants in all the houses. Will you please find him a quiet room where he can speak to any of the staff he wishes? And see that they make themselves available."

"Yes, my lady." Hackett looked at Pitt with distaste, but obeyed precisely.

"Thank you, Lady Augusta," Pitt inclined his head and followed the butler to a small room at the back which he supposed to be the housekeeper's sitting room. He obtained a complete list of the female staff, and the essentials of information about each one. He did no more than speak to them this time. Everyone showed shock, dismay, pity; and everyone equally denied all knowledge. It was exactly what he had expected.

He was in the hall, looking for either the butler or one of the footmen to say he was finished, for the time being, when he saw another young woman coming out of one of the doorways. There was no possibility she was a servant; far more suggestive of her position than her silk gown or her beautifully dressed and coiffed hair was the hint of swagger in her walk, the half smile on her full-lipped little mouth, the sureness, the suppressed excitement in her dark, fringed eyes.

"Goodness!" she said with mock surprise. "Who are you?" She raked him up and down with an amused, blue glance. "You can't be calling on one of the maids, at this hour! Have you come to see Father? Are you an old batman, or something?"

Only Charlotte had ever shaken Pitt's composure, and that was because he loved her. He looked back at this girl steadily.

"No, ma'am, I am from the police. I have been speaking to some of your servants."


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TalulaJM More than 1 year ago
I just finished reading this second novel of Anne Perry and have begun the third, "Paragon Walk." While I am beginning to wonder if the books are written via formula writing, I have to say that I am enjoying the characters and all of Anne Perry's attention to detail. These have been so far a pleasant, easy read. Great for an escape and I find myself in the car on the way to work or sitting at my desk wondering what will happen next. I must be hooked!
miyurose on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This was a good second entry in the series, but I feel like Thomas Pitt is just a secondary character. I was hoping to see more of him in this book, since the first was primarily focused on Charlotte. I'd like to see more interaction between him and Charlotte in their private lives. The mystery was solid, though.
rvhatha on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This is the first of Ann Perry's Thomas and Charlotte Pitt mysteries, and I have to say I was disappointed. Charlotte's sister seems poised to be a major (if annoying) character at the outset, but once she's served her purpose--getting Charlotte access to the wealthy residents of Callender Square--she drops out of the novel entirely. There are also some big plot holes: initially, Thomas tries to shield Charlotte from the grisly infant deaths that set things in motion, but later they're talking openly about the case without any explanation. Similarly, Charlotte initially seems to be hiding the fact that she's working as a research assistant for one of the Callender Square gentlemen, but we learn in a passing comment later that Thomas knows what she's doing and is OK with it. The characterization just seems inconsistent, and the tone uneven. I'll try another in this series, but maybe one of the later books, to see if some of these problems get ironed out eventually.
SusanRussoAnderson on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Skeletal remains of two infants are unearthed by workers in a small plot fronting Callander Square, a stuffy, rule-laden, class-conscious London neighborhood, and it¿s only page one of Anne Perry¿s historical mystery, Callander Square, the second book in the Thomas Pitt series.It is 1883, two years after the events of The Cater Street Hangman. Thomas and Charlotte Pitt, now married, are expecting their first child, and Pitt is called in to investigate.With the help of her wealthy sister, Emily (Lady Ashton), who provides access to all the right withdrawing rooms because she just so happens to be on a first-name basis with several women in the neighborhood, Charlotte helps Pitt ferret out the truth, but not before additional murders and suspicious deaths occur.As the story unfolds, so do the suspects, clues, red herrings. There are characters aplenty with motive and means. We think we know who done it; we¿re sure we do; but, then, again . . . . As is usually the case with Perry¿s novels, readers are kept guessing until the final pages when the murderer¿s true identity is revealed. Meanwhile, we cannot set the book down.Although the theme of upper-class hypocrisy and convention is sometimes laid on with a trowel, the book is another masterful dive into Victorian society, a feast painted in minute and accurate detail. Lovers of historical novels and mystery¿and of Perry¿s characters, Charlotte and Thomas Pitt¿will not want to miss this delicious read.
sleahey on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
A quick read featuring Charlotte Pitt, the spunky Victorian sleuth who helps solve the mystery of who buried some babies in a London park in the past. Portrays the hypocracies of London society, with the double standards between classes and genders.
bookwoman247 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Inspector Pitt is called in when the bodies of two infants are found in prestigous Callander Square. Were either or both murdered or did they die of natural causes?As the investigation progresses, with the help of Pitt's wife, Charlotte, the high-society inhabitants of Callander Square become more and more agitated as their secrets are revealed.When the bodies of an upper-class young lady and a gentleman of Callander Square are discovered in separate instances, there can be no doubt that there is, indeed, a murderer at work in Callander Square.I enjoyed Callander Square and intend to read more Anne Perry as the mood strikes.
Kathy89 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Gardners find buried infants in Callander Square and Insp Pitt must investigate the privileged people who live in the Square. Lots of class distinction with the wealthy being rude to Pitt because of his working class status.
eenerd on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Another volume in the Charlotte & Thomas Pitt series of gaslight mysteries. More society murders. Inspector Pitt investigates society murders with the help of his middle-class bred wife Charlotte and her upper-class sister, Emily, Lady Ashworth.
cathymoore on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The second in Perry's lengthy series featuring Victorian police detective Pitt and his amateur sleuth wife Charlotte, and this is every bit as good as the first book. This case is opened when the bodies of two newborn babies are discovered in the communal gardens of the wealthy neighbourhood of Callander Square. Pitt is called in, and it's not long before Charlotte, and her younger sister Emily, are unofficially helping out. This instalment gives us the opportunity to find out a little more about Thomas Pitt, although the main characters are the potential suspects living in Callendar Square. I was pleased not to have a handle on who the murderer was and was vexed right up to the very end when his/her identity was revealed. Looking forward to getting stuck into the next one.
BooksForDinner on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Another good one. Just like the first in the series, you find out who done it in the last page or two, leaves it right to the end. Wonder if all her books are like this?Her characters are excellent, even the incidental ones have stories to tell. Very strong. Guess that's why she's been writing and selling these things for 30 years.
LiteraryFeline on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The second book in the Inspector Pitt and Charlotte Pitt series, this mystery takes the reader again into the high society of Victorian London. What begins as an investigation into the death of two infants found buried in a high-class neighborhood quickly turns into one of murder and blackmail. Charlotte enlists the help of her sister, Emily, to find answers to questions, knowing that her husband will have limited luck as an outsider. As in the first book, Anne Perry uses words to paint a very detailed picture of her characters, enduring many of them to the reader. The disparity and misunderstanding between men and women is again obvious in this novel. Women should not be underestimated.
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Delphimo More than 1 year ago
I enjoy reading an Anne Perry novel, but I like the William Monk series better. I am surprised that Charlotte is able to hide her pregnancy from the general public, but I guess that the style of that time camouflaged her condition. I cannot believe that no one noticed a corpse at the deserted house, I guess that neighbors are not nosy. Perry does well in describing the clothes and living conditions of the middle to upper income class, and hints at the problems below the surface. So many times, I thought I might know the person who buried the infants, but was mildly surprised to discover the culprit. I look forward to continuing this series.
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AustenStudent More than 1 year ago
The second book in the Charlotte and Thomas Pitt mystery series by Anne Perry, this book was first published in 1980. This is a very plot-driven mystery series set in Victorian London so, if you’re looking for in-depth characterization, you won’t find it here. However, if you enjoy a good story, Perry writes a riveting mystery with an emphasis on very strong female characters. I think the best part is the fascinating social history of British Victorian conventions and strictures of its time. Author Edith Wharton is an excellent primary source example of American Victorian society in New York city, while Perry explores the intricacies of British society in hindsight. There is some effective narrative thought, but the characters’ narrative thoughts are very brief. However, they do convey a lot of powerful meaning in their brevity: “There were years of icebound convention between them.” (p141) This is a well-ordered world of propriety where everyone knows their place—or should know it. Spouses discover things about each other that surprise them. For example, a husband is shocked to learn that his wife knows that a neighbor sleeps with his maids and that their daughter has lain with the handsome and upstart footman. Or that she will stop at nothing to rid herself of an unwanted servant. And neighbors, too, become suspicious of one another as their secrets and liaisons threaten to become scandal, the ultimate taboo in ton society. Thomas Pitt disrupts their privileged and secure lives as he inquires into the everyday happenings of fashionable Callander Square. Charlotte Ellison has married Thomas Pitt, an inspector with the London police, after their introduction in The Cater Street Hangman. They are happy but live in much more modest accommodations than the well-to-do Charlotte was raised in. When Pitt’s latest case involves the discovery of the remains of two infants, Charlotte and her society smart sister, Emily, are eager to conduct their own (albeit secretive) investigation. I love the strong females in this series. Emily, married to a peer, knows what she wants and is confident in getting her way. She finagles her way into the Callander Square set and snoops around while Charlotte insinuates herself as a secretary to assist a Callander Square general in his military research, thus giving her prime access to all the goings on. As I’ve mentioned before, you will get an excellent overview of Victorian society with this series. For example, here is an apt Victorian marriage description as Emily, Charlotte’s sister, advises a young and unhappy bride to be: “…if you wish to be happy, you must realize that it depends upon your husband being happy, and upon his being agreeable to your conducting your life in the manner that best pleases you. You must teach him to want what you want, and if possible even to think that it is his idea. If he believes he has suggested a thing, he will never refuse you, even if he changes his mind. You must learn to be courteous to him at all times, or nearly all; never to argue with him, or disobey him, in public, and if you must do it in private, then do it either with a smile, or with tears. Don’t waste your time trying to be reasonable, men do not expect it, and it disconcerts them.” (p158) and “‘But do not confuse romance with love.’” (p159) As with the last book, the ending is abrupt but, again, I did not see the resolution until the very end. An absorbing read where nothing is exactly as it seems.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
But after reading the first book in the series (which was amazing) I was disappointed in the total absence of husband and wife interaction. I don't this i will read the third book
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