The Social Hour: A Decklin Kilgarry Suspense Mystery-Book 4

As candles flickered, she pulled out a small stool then sat, resting her palms gently on the surface of the smooth wood. Then, again reaching into her robe pocket, she pulled out a small, sepia-colored photograph, resting it against a plain, black urn.

With candle flames mirrored in her eyes, Amelia lit the cigar with one of the candles, blowing its thick, acrid smoke at the photo-and, it was then she spoke, her words unintelligible. Chanting her desires, she gently picked up the photograph,...