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342 pages, Hardcover
First published March 1, 2011
It’s not going to be easy, investigating a murder no one knows occurred.
I decided to end a self-imposed moratorium on binge reading the series and once again plunge into fascinating and dangerous world of Sebastian St. Cyr.



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Sebastian stepped back. XXX’s dropped to his knees, his hands coming up to clutch his chest as he toppled forward.
“So much for your bloody immunity,” said Sebastian and swiped the dripping rain from his face.
She watched him walk toward his waiting curricle, a tall, elegant figure with broad shoulders and a languid way of moving that for some reason brought to mind that fateful afternoon in the ruined gardens in Somerset House.

“Lord love us, I need a drink,” said Calhoun, looking faintly green around the gills as he paused on the flagway in front of the chapel to draw in a deep breath of fresh air.
“I’ve dressed many a gentleman in my career—sober, drunk, and even dead. But I must say, this is the first time I’ve ever been called upon to dress one who was in bits.”