Abigail Robinson had discovered, within moments of their meeting, a crack in her well-fortified wall. One she herself didn’t even know was there. Isabelle Lacoste, second-in-command in homicide for the Sûreté du Québec, also yearned for all to be well. Who didn’t? She knew then that the professor was dangerous not simply because of her views, but also because she was so very compelling. So very attractive. And, most dangerous of all, so very normal.
