The Spy Coast (The Martini Club, #1)

by Tess Gerritsen

I spared you that time, Maggie. If we ever meet again, I can’t guarantee I will be as generous.

“Bella is not our problem,” I say. “She’s Phillip Hardwicke’s successor,” says Ingrid. “But she isn’t Phillip Hardwicke.” “Then what is she?” I don’t know the answer. All I know is, she could have killed me, and she didn’t. Her father would not have been so merciful.

“We could help,” says Ingrid. “If only they’d ask.” And that’s what we must learn to deal with: Our place in a world that sees us as used up and irrelevant.

We have learned that even our small town is not protected from the woes of the world. If a nuclear bomb falls on Washington, the prevailing winds will bring radioactive dust straight to our safe little corner. If countries collapse in Europe, or war erupts in East Asia, the ripples of devastation will eventually wash up in Purity, Maine. We are not immune. No one is.