The Spy Coast (The Martini Club, #1)

by Tess Gerritsen

I watch the flashing lights through the curtains and think of how no situation is ever perfectly clear. There’s always something obscuring the view, veiling the truth.

I see my own reflection, and it’s painful to confront my face as it is now. If the world had no mirrors, we could imagine ourselves frozen in time, our faces decades younger than we really are, but this window shatters that illusion.