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324 pages, ebook
First published July 18, 2011
Her long hair trickled over a shoulder as she turned. Though trickle was not usually a word you associated with dead, lifeless hair, you had to widen your vocabulary when it came to Ebony. Not only did her curled strands store up the light like a handful of diamonds glinting in the sun, but the hair itself seemed to have a mind of its own. It sometimes swayed from side to side, like wind over long grass. It sometimes danced between her shoulders, like a bird hopping from branch to branch. And sometimes it just sat there like a storm: eddying, brewing, each tassel a wild concentrated wave.
“Ben,” she curled her lips into a smile,
She shrugged her shoulders expressively, rolling her make-up-clad eyes.
Ebony shifted her eyes over to him, like a cat looking up, mid slumber, to see a mouse frolic across its path.
She just took several very confident steps towards the man, and curled up one ruby-red lip.
“Ohhh,” she said, lips forming a long and drawn out “w”,
He was like some righteous Greek god who had been plucked from Mt Olympus only to be slapped down amongst all these mundane little people who didn't understand the justice and order of things.
And frankly, this is a used bookstore, Ben, don't you think a dark alley, or a drug den, or an abandoned warehouse, or practically anywhere but here would be more relevant to police work?”
Ebony smiled, perfect white-teeth glinting through the ruby-red of her favorite lipstick.
Only the curl at the corners of his lips looked real.
Finally Nate's face cracked, and he let out a bullet blast of a laugh.
His eyes were wide, his brow more creased than a shoreline after a storm.
Boxes may have been erupting books like geysers at a hot spring, but somehow the man still had that determined tilt to his jaw.
“But this is ridiculous,” Nate finished.