A Rip Through Time (A Rip Through Time, #1)

by Kelley Armstrong

“The mind is a mysterious thing.”

He looks from me to the pies and back again. Then he smirks. “Did someone order a tart?” he shouts into the house. “Excuse me?” I say. He blinks. “Did you just call me a tart?” I say. His mouth works, and his gaze flies to the pies. “I meant the pastries.” “Of course you did.”

“All the best detectives are amateurs,” Isla says tartly. “Every reader knows that.”